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Post by Punkrabbitt on Dec 4, 2017 19:57:07 GMT -9
Out of curiosity, how much is Cardboard Warriors paying you to do this? Because if it's more than $50, that pic is goung to be a problem. What's that? You're a volunteer? And you are somehow worried that the best you can do is somehow not good enough? Dude, your promo picture is fine. Stop worrying  |
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Post by oldschooldm on Dec 4, 2017 22:10:07 GMT -9
I cleaned up a little bit?  I say "ship it!" :-) Nice work putting it together, man! |
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Post by Vermin King on Dec 5, 2017 4:54:08 GMT -9
Thank you very much. It looks much better
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Post by Papercraft Warrior on Dec 6, 2017 8:39:47 GMT -9
This probably shouldn't be considered for the promo shot  AIIIIIIIIIIII CATZILLA !!! |
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Post by Vermin King on Dec 6, 2017 9:04:56 GMT -9
She's the orneriest one, but she is far less destructive as the sweet one. The feral cat stayed in last night, so I left my girls upstairs. At 4:34, I heard pawing on one of my bedroom shades, and thought the feral was indicating a desire to go out. Only it was the big black cat. So I went to the living room to check on the feral, who was sleeping soundly. Going back to bed, I heard a little mew from my office. Gracie (the sweet one) had fallen off the hutch above my desk and couldn't get out. More models are now in the no man's land behind the hutch.
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Post by Papercraft Warrior on Dec 6, 2017 11:45:21 GMT -9
The Vermin king stood in front of the valuables, his heart beating wild. A drop of sweat trailed down his forehead as he took a slow breath. The weight of the moment beared over him. Behind him they hid, the years of his life.
My precious.
In front of him, three pairs of eyes glowed in the dark. He tried to stay calm as each iris set upon him, locking him in place. He knew it. To them, he was just a pray.
Infernals.
Metal radiated cold through the skin of his palms. He readjusted the laser-pointers in each of his hands, trigger fingers itching from sweat. It has been years since he used them last time.
Are batteries running low?
No sound reached his ears as the great ones took their time. Bit by bit, the distances thinned as the spit filled his mouth.
The infernal ones advanced, each heartbeat coming forth closer. Pressure grew in his eardrums as he suppressed a shiver gushing down his spine. He gentry graced the triggers with his fingertips, the moment of truth coming forth, unyielding.
The dark ones halved the distance separating them, great teeth emerging from below the ominous eyes. The urge to run gripped him, the suffocating scream building up in his lungs. He gulped as the memories engulfed him. Behind him, the years of his life. The joy of countless evenings. The tiny pebbles of his hands sweat.
I must protect them.
Growl erupted from the throat of the closest infernal.
Hears all over his body rose up as his hearth stopped for a moment. The rat stood firm as his muscles clenched. From inside the darkness, the eyes watched him.
No!
He stood on as control of his body returned to him.
Infernals or not, it does not matter.
He took a deep breath as he clenched his teeth, small canines emerging from between his parting lips.
"None shall pass."
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Post by squirmydad on Dec 8, 2017 17:46:11 GMT -9
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Post by Vermin King on Dec 8, 2017 18:26:56 GMT -9
You are very welcome
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Post by cowboyleland on Dec 15, 2017 9:56:32 GMT -9
Tip for next year (maybe one of us will remember) an image search for "santa sleigh and reindeer" seems to give better images to base reindeer on than an image search for simply "reindeer." So often good ideas come too late.
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Post by Vermin King on Dec 15, 2017 10:44:17 GMT -9
I forgot to mention, 'reindeer farm' and 'reindeer for sale' are also better searches
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