he is space monkey. space monkey. there's going to be space orks. christian space orcs. hehehe. crucified orc jesus. and space monkeys. and space orcs. i havent slept in a good 3 days now. adios, faggots.
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When I lose my mind, there's no one here to guide me back. The stress. The loneliness. I can feel my soul rotting.this is charlie.He's a space communist.a space viet cong. i gotta draw now and animate. im gonna be homeless in the middle of april. this is gonna get interesting. stay tuned, bryces.
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showed my father my game. he had a confused expression. He told me I should get a job. My brother asked me when am I going to grow up. every morning, mom greets me.YOU NO DO NOTHING.YOU IS A BUM LIKE YOU FATHER. My sis calls me a friendless loser to my face. I've been having mental break downs daily
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you know, after masturbating 7 times, I said to myself. "Maybe...not do this again." I'm proud of myself. Self control. Good job, Brycey boy.
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After world war 2, it was a common anecdote in Russia to find ripe berries. Underneath laid the bodies of men. Their corpses fertilized the soil, and made the berries ripe. Mortem. A red, dead alien planet. The only life you'll find is next to the skeletons of this world's last inhabitants.
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The art style is going to be PBR, but with a heavy emphasis on the human figure. I want every one of my characters to look like moving clay sculptures. Each and every stroke of my wrist that created it, you'll be able to see.
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TICKLE ME Tickle me TIIIIIIIIIICKLEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DADDDYYYYYYY
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While in heaven, I spoke to God. He said it wasn't my time yet. He touched my foreskin, and sent me back down to Earth. God said my shitty video game is too important.
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The AK-47000. The main rifle of the Space Communists.
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thicc demon bust
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thicc demon sketch
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I'm in hell, but I'm having a good time. Meet the Piss Wizard. Time to learn rigging, and animation.
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A low polygonal mesh can project forms that's a couple million polygons. It's called a normal map. A 2D texture that can react to light in real time, and project depth information. I don't fucking know how it works. But it fucking works.
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If you wanted to project a 3 dimensional object onto a two dimensional plane using cordinates, it'd look like this. UV uwrapping. Fun times.
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Whenever I put pen to paper, and sculpt from imagination, an ugly grotesque bald demonic woman with big titties comes out. I hate myself.
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My name is Bryce. About 3 years ago, I dropped out of high school. I've gained about 30 pounds, a couple wrinkles, and some suicidal thoughts. I'm making a video game. If I don't complete it in a month, I'm going to slit my wrists with this knife. 8/20/2018. Wish me luck.
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'Brrrrrryce, WHY you make DAT DIRTY NASTY drawing?' 'It's my art, mom.' The Bryuvian Woman. The proportions I'll base all my characters off.
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Her name is Soppha. She has a frying pan and a big ass. The main character. 2 months of bashing my head against a wall to understand you, drawing. Fuck you, drawing. Fuck you.
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A nice ole can of Suck My Dick. 6 tone value study.
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fuck you
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Final push. You can do it, you fucking piece of shit. Focus. Focus. Focus.
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Last. Last of the fucking sack. After this joint's finished, I'm finished.
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On September 11, 2001, two unidentified flying fucking objects entered earth's atmosphere. The Great Pyramid of Giza was moving high speed toward the Twin Towers. Armed with a tank barrel. The UFOs started fighting near the Pyramid. I was in the car 2nd last on the right side. Just me and my dad.
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vertebrael serpent concept
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Stems, seeds, and leaves. I have no woman. I have no money. I have no future. Except my shitty art, and some shitty weed. I sneeze more than I get high. 21 more days.
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WOOWW MOMMY!!! LOOK!!! MY FIRST FUCKING CHARACTER PORTRAIT
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I'm so close, buddy. You're almost alive. Just need to refine your forms. I sculpted all of your bones. All of your muscles. I just need some more time. I can barely keep my fucking eyes open. You're gonna be alive tonight, buddy.
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Life breaks you apart, and you stumble around putting the pieces back together. Time to put the muscle on top.
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Proof of concept
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The only meaning a man's life will ever have is the war. The battles you've been in. The fights you've lost, gotten back up, and fought again. No war you've been through makes the next one easier. Time to study the fundamentals of painting.
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