Keep it as an alternative skin. I have some ideas of where and when to use :tongue.gif: and I'm pretty sure other people with those horror survivals and such would appreciate a chicken that looks as deadly as a creeper.
Keep it as an alternative skin. I have some ideas of where and when to use :tongue.gif: and I'm pretty sure other people with those horror survivals and such would appreciate a chicken that looks as deadly as a creeper.
Oh I plan on that...it's just that it's a hack job atm. I made a headcrab from Half Life. Then attempted to make a mutated human head on it. Just needed to see where all the parts lined up cause all the templates I have seem "off".
Regular mobs in the is pack will never be "regular"
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"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
The dirt is looking better! The grass as well! I thought it was too colourful as it was.
What are you aiming for with the dirt? having it dry? soggy? or just dirt? I don't know about you, but thinking like that helps me.
By the way, I have found the best way to describe the theme: " Horror Noir "
I like the way the pack is going nowadays :smile.gif:
I like that a lot! And thank you...makes my "job" worthwhile.
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The dirt is looking better! The grass as well! I thought it was too colourful as it was.
What are you aiming for with the dirt? having it dry? soggy? or just dirt? I don't know about you, but thinking like that helps me.
HEADCRAB CHICKEN!!
Hi again Demented!
The Innsmouth theme, in my mind, is from how it was described in the storyShadow Over Innsmouth.
Here and there the ruins of wharves jutted out from the shore to end in indeterminate rottenness, those farthest south seeming the most decayed. And far out at sea, despite a high tide, I glimpsed a long, black line scarcely rising above the water yet carrying a suggestion of odd latent malignancy. This, I knew, must be Devil Reef. As I looked, a subtle, curious sense of beckoning seemed superadded to the grim repulsion; and oddly enough, I found this overtone more disturbing than the primary impression.
Everything is getting the second phase added. Which is the "old and moldy" phase. Not too much, so as not to make it a pack that cannot be freely used.
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"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
Everything is getting the second phase added. Which is the "old and moldy" phase. Not too much, so as not to make it a pack that cannot be freely used.
Your progress on it is looking dandy, keep up the good work!
I thought long about posting this. But this is how I got to where i am in my creative mind. Inspiration from me...in high school 1988. (yes...I'm that old :tongue.gif:) (I got an A+ :tongue.gif:)
If I Were Mad
A short story by (if I tell ya...I hafta kill ya) "me" :biggrin.gif:
Before one can learn the true meaning of madness, one should experience madness.
On the night of Thursday, January the third, I made this journey.
My name is Jeremiah Derrmitt. I'm a professor at the University of Southern California. My specialty, occult lore. Mostly ancient occult lore. It's a little more mysterious and harder to find the deep, secret, and dark details that fascinate me the most. I've been teaching for about ten years. I don't think I'll ever be able to teach others quite as much as I learn. I don't think they'll believe half of the things I could tell them. Maybe a few could understand.
Last Thursday, I read an entire copy of the Necronomicon in three hours. I hope I needn't tell how many pages that are fit between the leathery carcass cover of this satanic abomination. I then sat in an old recliner the rest of the night watching television to try and clear my head. One channel had a program on it about strange and unusual sightings. The other was about the paranormal. Yet another was a movie The Legend of Bogey Creek, a story about Bigfoot. I was left without a wink of sleep that night. My class the next morning was quite interesting. What I remember that is.
" Good morning all! How was your weekend?" This of course was followed by the usual cheers, groans, and other things not mentionable. Nothing new, except..." How was yours teach?" It fell silent as the boy spoke.
"Did ya do anythin' new... this weekend?" I'd not heard this voice before. This voice was noticeable. Deep, but not deep. Strong, stern, and soft. Almost like two voices in one. I definitely would remember this voice. But I hadn't.
I looked up to see a dark haired boy with deep, dark eyes and even darker circles. Like he'd had no sleep for a long time. I didn't recognize his face either. It startled me. So bad that i forgot the question all together. I taught the whole period without looking back up. To my relief, he didn't repeat the question. When the bell rang, I finally looked up but he had already gone. If he Was ever there.
Later that day in the lunch room, I sat looking at my potato salad, stirring it slightly. My lunch is usually an hour long. Today, forty minutes were spent on stirring salad. Then I heard something. Just off to my left, a woman's voice. "Hey teach.... Didn't your parents learn you not to play with your food?" I looked up expecting to see a teacher or other faculty person speaking to me. But it was a girl. Dirty black hair, dark eyes..... I didn't recognize her either. She turned and walked around the corner.
I got up and walked briskly to the corner and peered around. Nothing. Same as the boy. Were they some old students that I was supposed to remember? I was supposed to shockingly smile and say; "Heeyyy!! Nice to see you again!" But I couldn't.
After lunch was over, I had to supervise the study hall, for those who had this as a "class". It was more like a "free" period for people to mess off or finish there homework that they didn't do because they were too busy necking the night before. For the most part, it was a quiet retreat. So I threw my lunch away and headed for study hall. Piece and quiet, that's what I needed.
Walking through the doors of the library, I headed straight for the occult section as if I knew where I needed to be. The children were being suspiciously quiet. They all seemed to be studying or reading, but It was just too quiet. With every footstep I kept wondering if one of the little studiers was going to jump up and say something. "What's up teach!" or "Read any good books lately?" I began to walk faster to the section that called me this night.
When I finally arrived at my destination, I picked up a book titled; The Books of the Necronomicon. That's strange. Spelled with a"k". Must have been something lost in the translation.
The book told of many different satanic books written in other languages. I didn't remember seeing any other than the one I read. But I needed them. So I searched the rest of the day. And most of the night.
I found three other translations that I hadn't known of before. The first was in Spanish, which I read with no problem. These books held within them a strange eeriness never known to me before. the rest of the world became dark and disturbed to me. I didn't want to look up or move suddenly so not to draw any unwanted attention to me. Who or what ever may be spying on my presence. The second and third were both written in German and had a considerable amount of Nazi symbols throughout the texts. Figures.
I needed more. So I searched the library computers for anything written about these evil books. I found three more. This time, they were all written in Latin. Like the first book, yet, different some how. Each one telling me more of what I searched for, what I longed to know, what I fear most, or, what I've been learning all My life. Always known, in the back of my very conscience.
I was quickly interrupted by the librarian tapping very hard on my left shoulder...
"Jerry...You're missing yer class!" I looked at her wide eyed for several seconds.
"Get away! Don't touch me! Leave me....." I stopped. Looked around the room at the many surprised faces. "D...on't....t...touch....." I stuttered still looking around. Everything looked normal, nothing scary. The shock soon came over me. What was it that I was scared of? I then quickly apologized and turned to walk out the door.
"Where ya goin teach?"
I stopped.
"There's more books ta read ya know? More knowledge....ta obtain."
The two words were spoken very slowly. Of course I had to turn around. But the only person standing in front of me was the librarian, still staring at me in shock. No one else. I left there as quickly as I could.
Then I realized that I didn't even know what class I was late for. Looking down at my watch, I noticed that it was only 5 minutes past 1 o'clock. Which meant that I wasn't late for any class. It was lunchtime. That meant that, although I lost a lot of time reading those insane books, I had only been late for lunch. But I wasn't sure what to believe about the whole mess.
Like usual, I ate my lunch in the cafeteria with the students. I did this because it seemed to help the kids open up to me more. They'd respect me more if I was one of them. And it seemed to work most of the time.
While eating, I noticed that it got more and more quiet as each minute passed. I looked around at all the students, but they were just eating. Something was amiss though. Something just not the usual. Everything was silent except the clinking of silverware and cups. No chattering, no giggling, not even a belch.
As I listened more, I noticed a whisper. No, more than one. In fact, many whispers. All at the same time. All seemingly saying the same thing over and over. Yet I couldn't make it out. I saw no mouths move save to eat or drink. This began to really disturb me. I started to pick my lunch up and leave when I noticed the apple rolling down the table towards me. Well, it was more hobbling than rolling. It had one single bite out of it. By who I didn't notice. No one stood there to take credit for passing the apple to the teacher.
The apple stopped upright, quivered sightly, then stopped. I didn't like what I saw next. The apple seemed to have something inside that wanted out. A whole began to appear slowly from within the bite mark. And, for a few moments, nothing happened.
Then I saw it....
A little black dot of a head. The rest of the body followed. Long, thin, slimy, and white as a piece of rice. A single maggot crawled out of the whole. Though this was disgusting, it wasn't quite what I thought would come from within. Just a maggot. When I went to pick the apple up to throw it away, I noticed that there was something wet underneath. It looked like blood. "OH GOD!!" I yelled as I dropped the apple and ran from the cafeteria. Behind me as I left I heard laughter. I ran faster. Until I reached the first restroom I came to. I quickly turned on the cold water and proceeded to splash it on my face. It was too quiet in here. I stopped what I was doing and looked around. Nothing there. I walked slowly to the first stall nearest the door, kicked it open, found nothing. I did the same to all of the stalls in the room, still nothing. I was safe.
I took the rest of the day off, which angered many people, went home and sat staring out of the front window. How much of this was real? Was any of it real? I figured that it was just lack of sleep and an overactive imagination. Besides reading a half dozen or more freaky books in one day.
All I could do was think about the books. What were they for? I didn't even remember too much about what I had read. It was like listening to a movie from the other room. You remember the important parts, but not the whole thing. I didn't even remember falling asleep.
The next morning, I woke in my bed with my clothes on. The windows were all open and the lights on. I laid there for at least an hour before I realized that the phone was ringing. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 9:37am, I was late for my first class. But I just couldn't get going.
The phone rang, rang again, and again.
I finally got up and answered it....
"Hey teach." An old voice said. "Ya comin'ta school t'day er not?"
" Who.. who is this?" I barked.
Click. And then silence. " Hello... hello...." I put the phone down, paused, got dressed, picked up my keys, and left for work. All the time, I was oblivious to the rest of the world. The only thing that ran through my mind was those blasted books. And the two students. A boy and a girl. Both with those dark, brooding eyes. And that deep tone in there voices. Old, but not shaky. Coming from 9 or 10 year olds. Maybe some one slipped me some drugs that day. Yeah that's it!
I arrived at the university and headed for my classroom. I don't really remember any other details. Just the eyes of the students. And the voices. They weren't real. They couldn't be. I must've stayed in my classroom for hours before I heard a knock. And then another knock. I didn't want to answer. The door knob turned slowly. It seemed like forever before whoever it was came through the door.
It was a group.
First, the boy. Then, the girl. Five others followed that I hadn't seen before. All carrying books. Familiar books. They each approached my desk slowly and set there books down. There eyes, never left mine. I couldn't move. They all seemed to be talking at the same time. " Hey teach." Seven kids, seven books. " Weren't you going to teach us about the occult today?"
And then, all went black......
I don't remember the rest of the day. Not even my resignation. I have read the books several times, And learned something new every time. I've learned that not everything is as it seems, and that there some things that you might not want to read with an open mind.
End.
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"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
That's really impressive! I want to practice writing and get better at it, but all I do is write mindless snippets on my friend's Facebook page, it's a start though.
Thanks very much :biggrin.gif:
Not close to being done though...especially when I find something I like better on a set of textures that are supposed to be finished :tongue.gif:
Screens from tomorrow's update:
New torches! (color)
A peek at the new ore blocks (iron archway on the left, gold blocks on the right with torches)
I dunno what the hck this is...but it followed me around for a bit o.O
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
Oh, love the color change on the torches, seems to remind of of something though...
In fact, good sir, you just inspired me to go and read me some lovecraft...
I hafta tell you though. It was a joke really. Those are not (unless you want them ) going to be added. I was testing positioning for textures.
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
Oh I plan on that...it's just that it's a hack job atm. I made a headcrab from Half Life. Then attempted to make a mutated human head on it. Just needed to see where all the parts lined up cause all the templates I have seem "off".
Regular mobs in the is pack will never be "regular"
:biggrin.gif:
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
New dirt I'm working on. Needs more work, but tell me what you think
Changes to the new wood. A bit of green for the old, moldy wood look.
Now...for the chicken fans!!
Just add it to the mob folder
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
I like the way the pack is going nowadays :smile.gif:
What are you aiming for with the dirt? having it dry? soggy? or just dirt? I don't know about you, but thinking like that helps me.
HEADCRAB CHICKEN!!
I like that a lot! And thank you...makes my "job" worthwhile.
Hi again Demented!
The Innsmouth theme, in my mind, is from how it was described in the storyShadow Over Innsmouth.
Everything is getting the second phase added. Which is the "old and moldy" phase. Not too much, so as not to make it a pack that cannot be freely used.
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
Your progress on it is looking dandy, keep up the good work!
Hurry up already!!
I was too busy with cooking meatballs and a nice glass of 7 N coke
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What...I getta eat too
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."
If I Were Mad
A short story by (if I tell ya...I hafta kill ya) "me" :biggrin.gif:
Before one can learn the true meaning of madness, one should experience madness.
On the night of Thursday, January the third, I made this journey.
My name is Jeremiah Derrmitt. I'm a professor at the University of Southern California. My specialty, occult lore. Mostly ancient occult lore. It's a little more mysterious and harder to find the deep, secret, and dark details that fascinate me the most. I've been teaching for about ten years. I don't think I'll ever be able to teach others quite as much as I learn. I don't think they'll believe half of the things I could tell them. Maybe a few could understand.
Last Thursday, I read an entire copy of the Necronomicon in three hours. I hope I needn't tell how many pages that are fit between the leathery carcass cover of this satanic abomination. I then sat in an old recliner the rest of the night watching television to try and clear my head. One channel had a program on it about strange and unusual sightings. The other was about the paranormal. Yet another was a movie The Legend of Bogey Creek, a story about Bigfoot. I was left without a wink of sleep that night. My class the next morning was quite interesting. What I remember that is.
" Good morning all! How was your weekend?" This of course was followed by the usual cheers, groans, and other things not mentionable. Nothing new, except..." How was yours teach?" It fell silent as the boy spoke.
"Did ya do anythin' new... this weekend?" I'd not heard this voice before. This voice was noticeable. Deep, but not deep. Strong, stern, and soft. Almost like two voices in one. I definitely would remember this voice. But I hadn't.
I looked up to see a dark haired boy with deep, dark eyes and even darker circles. Like he'd had no sleep for a long time. I didn't recognize his face either. It startled me. So bad that i forgot the question all together. I taught the whole period without looking back up. To my relief, he didn't repeat the question. When the bell rang, I finally looked up but he had already gone. If he Was ever there.
Later that day in the lunch room, I sat looking at my potato salad, stirring it slightly. My lunch is usually an hour long. Today, forty minutes were spent on stirring salad. Then I heard something. Just off to my left, a woman's voice. "Hey teach.... Didn't your parents learn you not to play with your food?" I looked up expecting to see a teacher or other faculty person speaking to me. But it was a girl. Dirty black hair, dark eyes..... I didn't recognize her either. She turned and walked around the corner.
I got up and walked briskly to the corner and peered around. Nothing. Same as the boy. Were they some old students that I was supposed to remember? I was supposed to shockingly smile and say; "Heeyyy!! Nice to see you again!" But I couldn't.
After lunch was over, I had to supervise the study hall, for those who had this as a "class". It was more like a "free" period for people to mess off or finish there homework that they didn't do because they were too busy necking the night before. For the most part, it was a quiet retreat. So I threw my lunch away and headed for study hall. Piece and quiet, that's what I needed.
Walking through the doors of the library, I headed straight for the occult section as if I knew where I needed to be. The children were being suspiciously quiet. They all seemed to be studying or reading, but It was just too quiet. With every footstep I kept wondering if one of the little studiers was going to jump up and say something. "What's up teach!" or "Read any good books lately?" I began to walk faster to the section that called me this night.
When I finally arrived at my destination, I picked up a book titled; The Books of the Necronomicon. That's strange. Spelled with a"k". Must have been something lost in the translation.
The book told of many different satanic books written in other languages. I didn't remember seeing any other than the one I read. But I needed them. So I searched the rest of the day. And most of the night.
I found three other translations that I hadn't known of before. The first was in Spanish, which I read with no problem. These books held within them a strange eeriness never known to me before. the rest of the world became dark and disturbed to me. I didn't want to look up or move suddenly so not to draw any unwanted attention to me. Who or what ever may be spying on my presence. The second and third were both written in German and had a considerable amount of Nazi symbols throughout the texts. Figures.
I needed more. So I searched the library computers for anything written about these evil books. I found three more. This time, they were all written in Latin. Like the first book, yet, different some how. Each one telling me more of what I searched for, what I longed to know, what I fear most, or, what I've been learning all My life. Always known, in the back of my very conscience.
I was quickly interrupted by the librarian tapping very hard on my left shoulder...
"Jerry...You're missing yer class!" I looked at her wide eyed for several seconds.
"Get away! Don't touch me! Leave me....." I stopped. Looked around the room at the many surprised faces. "D...on't....t...touch....." I stuttered still looking around. Everything looked normal, nothing scary. The shock soon came over me. What was it that I was scared of? I then quickly apologized and turned to walk out the door.
"Where ya goin teach?"
I stopped.
"There's more books ta read ya know? More knowledge....ta obtain."
The two words were spoken very slowly. Of course I had to turn around. But the only person standing in front of me was the librarian, still staring at me in shock. No one else. I left there as quickly as I could.
Then I realized that I didn't even know what class I was late for. Looking down at my watch, I noticed that it was only 5 minutes past 1 o'clock. Which meant that I wasn't late for any class. It was lunchtime. That meant that, although I lost a lot of time reading those insane books, I had only been late for lunch. But I wasn't sure what to believe about the whole mess.
Like usual, I ate my lunch in the cafeteria with the students. I did this because it seemed to help the kids open up to me more. They'd respect me more if I was one of them. And it seemed to work most of the time.
While eating, I noticed that it got more and more quiet as each minute passed. I looked around at all the students, but they were just eating. Something was amiss though. Something just not the usual. Everything was silent except the clinking of silverware and cups. No chattering, no giggling, not even a belch.
As I listened more, I noticed a whisper. No, more than one. In fact, many whispers. All at the same time. All seemingly saying the same thing over and over. Yet I couldn't make it out. I saw no mouths move save to eat or drink. This began to really disturb me. I started to pick my lunch up and leave when I noticed the apple rolling down the table towards me. Well, it was more hobbling than rolling. It had one single bite out of it. By who I didn't notice. No one stood there to take credit for passing the apple to the teacher.
The apple stopped upright, quivered sightly, then stopped. I didn't like what I saw next. The apple seemed to have something inside that wanted out. A whole began to appear slowly from within the bite mark. And, for a few moments, nothing happened.
Then I saw it....
A little black dot of a head. The rest of the body followed. Long, thin, slimy, and white as a piece of rice. A single maggot crawled out of the whole. Though this was disgusting, it wasn't quite what I thought would come from within. Just a maggot. When I went to pick the apple up to throw it away, I noticed that there was something wet underneath. It looked like blood. "OH GOD!!" I yelled as I dropped the apple and ran from the cafeteria. Behind me as I left I heard laughter. I ran faster. Until I reached the first restroom I came to. I quickly turned on the cold water and proceeded to splash it on my face. It was too quiet in here. I stopped what I was doing and looked around. Nothing there. I walked slowly to the first stall nearest the door, kicked it open, found nothing. I did the same to all of the stalls in the room, still nothing. I was safe.
I took the rest of the day off, which angered many people, went home and sat staring out of the front window. How much of this was real? Was any of it real? I figured that it was just lack of sleep and an overactive imagination. Besides reading a half dozen or more freaky books in one day.
All I could do was think about the books. What were they for? I didn't even remember too much about what I had read. It was like listening to a movie from the other room. You remember the important parts, but not the whole thing. I didn't even remember falling asleep.
The next morning, I woke in my bed with my clothes on. The windows were all open and the lights on. I laid there for at least an hour before I realized that the phone was ringing. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 9:37am, I was late for my first class. But I just couldn't get going.
The phone rang, rang again, and again.
I finally got up and answered it....
"Hey teach." An old voice said. "Ya comin'ta school t'day er not?"
" Who.. who is this?" I barked.
Click. And then silence. " Hello... hello...." I put the phone down, paused, got dressed, picked up my keys, and left for work. All the time, I was oblivious to the rest of the world. The only thing that ran through my mind was those blasted books. And the two students. A boy and a girl. Both with those dark, brooding eyes. And that deep tone in there voices. Old, but not shaky. Coming from 9 or 10 year olds. Maybe some one slipped me some drugs that day. Yeah that's it!
I arrived at the university and headed for my classroom. I don't really remember any other details. Just the eyes of the students. And the voices. They weren't real. They couldn't be. I must've stayed in my classroom for hours before I heard a knock. And then another knock. I didn't want to answer. The door knob turned slowly. It seemed like forever before whoever it was came through the door.
It was a group.
First, the boy. Then, the girl. Five others followed that I hadn't seen before. All carrying books. Familiar books. They each approached my desk slowly and set there books down. There eyes, never left mine. I couldn't move. They all seemed to be talking at the same time. " Hey teach." Seven kids, seven books. " Weren't you going to teach us about the occult today?"
And then, all went black......
I don't remember the rest of the day. Not even my resignation. I have read the books several times, And learned something new every time. I've learned that not everything is as it seems, and that there some things that you might not want to read with an open mind.
End.
"This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to...."