Why? Why in the hell must the urge... no, the need, to make awesome art always, always, always happen in the middle of the night?
Because the gods of creativity demand those sweet, sugary ripe brain juices!
I agree with your high craftsmanship! Looks like a cool, customized version of one of the guys from the old Killzone games.
Mhaaj Anderhart, Halruaan thaumaturgist, Withering Lord of the Myrkulites. [* Retired.] Gabriel Shadesoar - Hated-Errant of the Church of Bane.[* Retired.]
"What is the difference between the master and the beginner?
The master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried."
- Stephan McCranie
Space nazis! Looks like something the Rothchilds will be sending to kick in my door!
I might note however that your space nazi needs to go back to boot-camp. He's not trigger indexing. Where he capable of human emotion outside of love for the state, he's feel bad when his gun accidently went off and vaporized the space nazi next to him.
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