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If you want to be persnickety about the pose - Take my word for this, the position of the weapon is perfect for gas mask firing drill, which for me is every 6 months and nothings changed in regard to the drill in the last 15 years...

- Stock in the crook of the elbow, sight rolled towards eye as the weapon is rotated along the lateral line...

How else could you sight with a bulky gas-filter blocking your ability to pull the stock against your cheek?
It's perfect, justification is justifying - stop sooking.

Aren't we being somewhat overly critical here? Prodos is trying to work with us yet we show them little love for it . I believe the new design looks great and given the guns are going to be more proportional and that the poses gets more realistic plus some final touches I'd say they are on to a winning concept! Great stuff prodos!

 c0un7_z3r0 wrote:
Aren't we being somewhat overly critical here? Prodos is trying to work with us yet we show them little love for it . I believe the new design looks great and given the guns are going to be more proportional and that the poses gets more realistic plus some final touches I'd say they are on to a winning concept! Great stuff prodos!

I agree completely.

Wow, dial back that weapon! Way too big.

Same for the shoulder pads, they need to be substantially smaller as well.

If you guys are going for realistic, then by all means go with realistic! Let GW be GW, with their outsized pauldrons and ridiculous weapons. Think modern, low-drag/high-speed, slick and smooth not bulky and bunched.

It looks like you should obtain a replica weapon and some body armor in order to try out poses before you draw them or have someone model for you, because there are certainly no reference materials you know, on the internet of how soldiers move and fight.

xraytango wrote:
Wow, dial back that weapon! Way too big.

Same for the shoulder pads, they need to be substantially smaller as well.

If you guys are going for realistic, then by all means go with realistic! Let GW be GW, with their outsized pauldrons and ridiculous weapons. Think modern, low-drag/high-speed, slick and smooth not bulky and bunched.

It looks like you should obtain a replica weapon and some body armor in order to try out poses before you draw them or have someone model for you, because there are certainly no reference materials you know, on the internet of how soldiers move and fight.

Did you miss the part where he posted the picture of what the actual weapon size would be?

 Ronin_eX wrote:

 c0un7_z3r0 wrote:
Aren't we being somewhat overly critical here? Prodos is trying to work with us yet we show them little love for it . I believe the new design looks great and given the guns are going to be more proportional and that the poses gets more realistic plus some final touches I'd say they are on to a winning concept! Great stuff prodos!

I agree completely.

I kinda realized that, so started trying to give both positive and negative criticism to be more productive.

Speaking personally, if the guns are scaled down when the prototype is printed then the Hussars will be absolutely superb models. There is also always an easy way to fix any issues with posing a gun with a stock, just cut it off.

95 reasons... form warzonegame.com:
Sergei Mannerheim took his seat in the middle of economy class on the passenger jet along with the other passengers. He didn’t look out of the ordinary compared to the rest of them, just a basic business suit that displayed his spindly form. If the other passengers knew who he was they would likely wonder what a member of the board of Cybertronic was doing on a commercial jet instead of his own private one. The truth was that he did not have a private jet, and he preferred it that way. Cybertronic was a corporation committed to the people, and Sergei truly enjoyed the company of the great unwashed masses of society.
Flying commercial also afforded him a measure of privacy, exemplified by the Cybertronic saying “public is private.” The other corperations just loved to lambast Cybertronic for these sayings, calling them “doublethink” but there was a greater truth in the seemingly contradictory phrases. In truth these phrases were like the old Dark Eden koans. When one examines the surface of the phrase the ideas of public and private seem contradictory, but digging beneath the surface shows a key factor of human behavior. If he had taken a private jet alone everyone in the know would be watching him, knowing where he was going. On the other hand by taking a public jet someone would have to be specifically looking for him to notice his name among the thousands, possibly millions traveling that day. It would be unlikely that it would be known he was gone before he got back. It was like trying to spot a single person in a crowd when they look just like the rest of the crowd.
A young woman with long red hair and the robes of a member of the Brotherhood took a seat next to him. He glanced over at her. To many men she would be the perfect specimen of beauty, but Sergei was uninterested in physical beauty. He extended his hand to her. “Sergei Mannerheim, nice to meet you.”
She shook his hand. He made sure not to use a firm handshake, it lured people into a false sense of security. “Anne Rose, a pleasure.” They introduced themselves to each other, then Anne asked Sergei about the Edicts of Toth and Cybertronic’s relation with them.
“Miss. Rose, the question is not whether Cybertronic follows the Edicts of Toth, but what are the reasons for the edicts in the first place?”
“well for starters they prevent man from tampering with technologies he should not.”
“and why should he not?”
“so as not to have them corrupted by Dark Symmetry.”
“there in lays the question: is it truly the machine that is corrupted, or is it the hand that makes the machine? Cybertronic has had no problems with Dark Symmetry despite all our advanced technology.”
Their debate continued well into the flight, never becoming aggressive and always staying polite. When the plane landed Sergei invited Anne to come with him to dinner at a local café. To his surprise she agreed. As they waited for the meal to come Sergei felt he was beginning to change her mind regarding Cybertronic.
In Anne’s mind she could not believe what was happening. She had always been instructed that Cybertronic members were nothing but mindless fanatical drones, but here was the head of the company who seemed charming and polite, the perfect gentleman. Could she really be falling in love with this gangly, pale young man?
Then the peace and tenderness of their dinner was shattered by a man in the armor of an inquisitor entering the café and approaching their table. “first it was trying to escape from your training, then you try to spare a heretic because of the civilians he used as shields, now I find you consorting with a prince of darkness. Your past transgressions could be forgiven, this however cannot!”
Anne looked panicked when the inquisitor said she could not be forgiven. She supplicated herself before the inquisitor. Weeping she begged: “please I promise I’ll be the most pious woman ever, please just don’t send me to Dominic!”
Sergei shot up from the table. “now listen, I don’t know what you’re going to do to her, but if she doesn’t want to go with you she’s not going!”
The inquisitor cocked his head towards Sergei. “she is a servant of the Cardinal, she has no choice in the matter.”
“well I say she does!”
“you and what army?” the inquisitor challenged.
Sergei gave a mental command to the Cybertronic agents sitting around the café who sprang into action. They quickly filled the inquisitor full of hot lead, but not before he drew his pistol and discharged a shot into Anne’s spine. She fell to the floor motionless, probably dead.
It should have ended there, but soon more Brotherhood soldiers tried to storm the café. They were soon dispatched. One of the agents walked behind Sergei as he cradled the body of Anne. Through the Cybertronic sensor network he could see that there were two more teams coming from the kitchen, and a variable horde of them massing down the street. He signaled for a transport to pick them up on the roof of the building, ETA two minutes. Ordering two of the agents to carry Anne’s body he borrowed a pistol from another.
They waited for the two assault teams to make it into a long hallway between the kitchen and the dining room before they sprung the trap on them. Using thermal optical implants they fired through the walls of the café and eliminated the teams without missing a shot. They then proceeded through the kitchen and up the stairs to the roof. As the transport landed they filed in and hooked Anne up to the medevac gurney. That would stabilize her if she was still alive, and preserve her for reanimation if she was not.
As the transport made its way to Cybertronic headquarters Sergei opened a line of communication with two of his operatives: Mr. Hammer and Mr. Trick. “ah Mr. Mannerheim, so nice of you to call. We were just finishing up with that little leak you planned. Worked like a charm.”
“that will have to wait, I have a priority mission that I need you to attend to.”
“can it please wait just a few minutes? I’ve spent all day preparing this bombe surprise to be delivered to a Mr. Broody, and I’d like to see the expression on his face when his desert blows him to kingdom come.”
“fine, you have one hour, then I need you to access the Brotherhood’s personnel files and get me anything on a member called Anne Rose.”
“oh that shouldn’t be too hard, they keep the files off site of the cathedral. Anything else you need us to do while we’re at it?”
“yes I’m sending you a visual file, I need you to distribute it to the news agencies.”
“done and done.”
An hour later Sergei stood before a hastily arranged press conference made up of every news organization on Luna. A podium had been moved to the steps of the Cybertronic building to accommodate the mass of reporters. None of them knew why they were here, but they had all been informed that Cybertronic was preparing a major announcement. They were all ready to broadcast the press conference live across the system. He tapped the microphones on the podium before beginning his speech. “good evening brothers and sisters, for are we not all brothers and sisters of humanity? We all breathe the same air, drink the same water, and feel the same feelings. We at our core are all equal; we are all members of the human race.
However some would have us be less the equal, they would deem themselves to lord over us by claiming the only connection with the divine. Brothers and sisters I speak of the Brotherhood. for over a thousand years they have lorded over us lowly humans by imposing strict control over our every action and thought. Their priests have demanded the sweat of your brows as payment to enter the Promised Land; their inquisitors have kidnapped our children, and killed without trial any who resist their power.
Brothers and sisters this has happened before, almost two thousand years ago the religious authority did many similar things, but one man would have none of this. In a fit of righteous rage he composed ninety five theses and nailed them to the door of a church. That one simple act would change the world, and usher in the golden age of man. His idea was simple: divinity is within each and every one of us, and we do not need a church or a priest or even a book to access this divinity.”
Amidst the crowd a vagabond who called himself Nathaniel had heard enough. Drawing the pistol that nice priest had given him he fired two shots at the podium. The first shot went wide, but the second hit Sergei dead center of the nose, splattering gore and brain matter across some of the closer cameras. “by the will of the Cardinal, the heretics shall be purged!” Nathaniel screamed before sprinting to find a place to take shelter.
Sergei’s attendants quickly snatched up his limp body and dragged it inside. Hopefully they could still save him. Or at least whatever they could save of him.

More info how to get this poster on our kickstarter.

 c0un7_z3r0 wrote:
Aren't we being somewhat overly critical here? Prodos is trying to work with us yet we show them little love for it . I believe the new design looks great and given the guns are going to be more proportional and that the poses gets more realistic plus some final touches I'd say they are on to a winning concept! Great stuff prodos!

I believe not, when I saw the concept art I saw warzone been pushed to the modern era, revitalized and reimagined, after "user feedback" we get backpedaled to the aesthetics warzone had in the 90's cool back then I suppose, in my opinion unacceptable 20 years after, realistic design has progressed and the competition has risen too.

What is more worrying is how willing is Prodos to sacrifice their initial vision in order to cater a few people in nostalgia, this makes, me at least, uncertain of what products we will get in the end and really hope to see at least renders of the sketched units, cause after the Bauhaus redesign my pledge shrank and if the unrendered units do not get rendered or get rendered in similar 90;s fashion, it will shrink even more.

New look = great and you have my money
80s/90s look = 80s/90s look in the 2010s and you'll lose my money :(

Don't like the grizzly, it looks completely out of place next to the almost modern looking bauhaus and all the other miniatures.

GrandLegion wrote:
95 reasons... form warzonegame.com:

Spoiler:

Sergei Mannerheim took his seat in the middle of economy class on the passenger jet along with the other passengers. He didn’t look out of the ordinary compared to the rest of them, just a basic business suit that displayed his spindly form. If the other passengers knew who he was they would likely wonder what a member of the board of Cybertronic was doing on a commercial jet instead of his own private one. The truth was that he did not have a private jet, and he preferred it that way. Cybertronic was a corporation committed to the people, and Sergei truly enjoyed the company of the great unwashed masses of society.
Flying commercial also afforded him a measure of privacy, exemplified by the Cybertronic saying “public is private.” The other corperations just loved to lambast Cybertronic for these sayings, calling them “doublethink” but there was a greater truth in the seemingly contradictory phrases. In truth these phrases were like the old Dark Eden koans. When one examines the surface of the phrase the ideas of public and private seem contradictory, but digging beneath the surface shows a key factor of human behavior. If he had taken a private jet alone everyone in the know would be watching him, knowing where he was going. On the other hand by taking a public jet someone would have to be specifically looking for him to notice his name among the thousands, possibly millions traveling that day. It would be unlikely that it would be known he was gone before he got back. It was like trying to spot a single person in a crowd when they look just like the rest of the crowd.
A young woman with long red hair and the robes of a member of the Brotherhood took a seat next to him. He glanced over at her. To many men she would be the perfect specimen of beauty, but Sergei was uninterested in physical beauty. He extended his hand to her. “Sergei Mannerheim, nice to meet you.”
She shook his hand. He made sure not to use a firm handshake, it lured people into a false sense of security. “Anne Rose, a pleasure.” They introduced themselves to each other, then Anne asked Sergei about the Edicts of Toth and Cybertronic’s relation with them.
“Miss. Rose, the question is not whether Cybertronic follows the Edicts of Toth, but what are the reasons for the edicts in the first place?”
“well for starters they prevent man from tampering with technologies he should not.”
“and why should he not?”
“so as not to have them corrupted by Dark Symmetry.”
“there in lays the question: is it truly the machine that is corrupted, or is it the hand that makes the machine? Cybertronic has had no problems with Dark Symmetry despite all our advanced technology.”
Their debate continued well into the flight, never becoming aggressive and always staying polite. When the plane landed Sergei invited Anne to come with him to dinner at a local café. To his surprise she agreed. As they waited for the meal to come Sergei felt he was beginning to change her mind regarding Cybertronic.
In Anne’s mind she could not believe what was happening. She had always been instructed that Cybertronic members were nothing but mindless fanatical drones, but here was the head of the company who seemed charming and polite, the perfect gentleman. Could she really be falling in love with this gangly, pale young man?
Then the peace and tenderness of their dinner was shattered by a man in the armor of an inquisitor entering the café and approaching their table. “first it was trying to escape from your training, then you try to spare a heretic because of the civilians he used as shields, now I find you consorting with a prince of darkness. Your past transgressions could be forgiven, this however cannot!”
Anne looked panicked when the inquisitor said she could not be forgiven. She supplicated herself before the inquisitor. Weeping she begged: “please I promise I’ll be the most pious woman ever, please just don’t send me to Dominic!”
Sergei shot up from the table. “now listen, I don’t know what you’re going to do to her, but if she doesn’t want to go with you she’s not going!”
The inquisitor cocked his head towards Sergei. “she is a servant of the Cardinal, she has no choice in the matter.”
“well I say she does!”
“you and what army?” the inquisitor challenged.
Sergei gave a mental command to the Cybertronic agents sitting around the café who sprang into action. They quickly filled the inquisitor full of hot lead, but not before he drew his pistol and discharged a shot into Anne’s spine. She fell to the floor motionless, probably dead.
It should have ended there, but soon more Brotherhood soldiers tried to storm the café. They were soon dispatched. One of the agents walked behind Sergei as he cradled the body of Anne. Through the Cybertronic sensor network he could see that there were two more teams coming from the kitchen, and a variable horde of them massing down the street. He signaled for a transport to pick them up on the roof of the building, ETA two minutes. Ordering two of the agents to carry Anne’s body he borrowed a pistol from another.
They waited for the two assault teams to make it into a long hallway between the kitchen and the dining room before they sprung the trap on them. Using thermal optical implants they fired through the walls of the café and eliminated the teams without missing a shot. They then proceeded through the kitchen and up the stairs to the roof. As the transport landed they filed in and hooked Anne up to the medevac gurney. That would stabilize her if she was still alive, and preserve her for reanimation if she was not.
As the transport made its way to Cybertronic headquarters Sergei opened a line of communication with two of his operatives: Mr. Hammer and Mr. Trick. “ah Mr. Mannerheim, so nice of you to call. We were just finishing up with that little leak you planned. Worked like a charm.”
“that will have to wait, I have a priority mission that I need you to attend to.”
“can it please wait just a few minutes? I’ve spent all day preparing this bombe surprise to be delivered to a Mr. Broody, and I’d like to see the expression on his face when his desert blows him to kingdom come.”
“fine, you have one hour, then I need you to access the Brotherhood’s personnel files and get me anything on a member called Anne Rose.”
“oh that shouldn’t be too hard, they keep the files off site of the cathedral. Anything else you need us to do while we’re at it?”
“yes I’m sending you a visual file, I need you to distribute it to the news agencies.”
“done and done.”
An hour later Sergei stood before a hastily arranged press conference made up of every news organization on Luna. A podium had been moved to the steps of the Cybertronic building to accommodate the mass of reporters. None of them knew why they were here, but they had all been informed that Cybertronic was preparing a major announcement. They were all ready to broadcast the press conference live across the system. He tapped the microphones on the podium before beginning his speech. “good evening brothers and sisters, for are we not all brothers and sisters of humanity? We all breathe the same air, drink the same water, and feel the same feelings. We at our core are all equal; we are all members of the human race.
However some would have us be less the equal, they would deem themselves to lord over us by claiming the only connection with the divine. Brothers and sisters I speak of the Brotherhood. for over a thousand years they have lorded over us lowly humans by imposing strict control over our every action and thought. Their priests have demanded the sweat of your brows as payment to enter the Promised Land; their inquisitors have kidnapped our children, and killed without trial any who resist their power.
Brothers and sisters this has happened before, almost two thousand years ago the religious authority did many similar things, but one man would have none of this. In a fit of righteous rage he composed ninety five theses and nailed them to the door of a church. That one simple act would change the world, and usher in the golden age of man. His idea was simple: divinity is within each and every one of us, and we do not need a church or a priest or even a book to access this divinity.”
Amidst the crowd a vagabond who called himself Nathaniel had heard enough. Drawing the pistol that nice priest had given him he fired two shots at the podium. The first shot went wide, but the second hit Sergei dead center of the nose, splattering gore and brain matter across some of the closer cameras. “by the will of the Cardinal, the heretics shall be purged!” Nathaniel screamed before sprinting to find a place to take shelter.
Sergei’s attendants quickly snatched up his limp body and dragged it inside. Hopefully they could still save him. Or at least whatever they could save of him.

What a horrible piece of fluff. My eyes weep blood. I just hope it's not official.

 praetor24 wrote:

GrandLegion wrote:
95 reasons... form warzonegame.com:

Spoiler:

Sergei Mannerheim took his seat in the middle of economy class on the passenger jet along with the other passengers. He didn’t look out of the ordinary compared to the rest of them, just a basic business suit that displayed his spindly form. If the other passengers knew who he was they would likely wonder what a member of the board of Cybertronic was doing on a commercial jet instead of his own private one. The truth was that he did not have a private jet, and he preferred it that way. Cybertronic was a corporation committed to the people, and Sergei truly enjoyed the company of the great unwashed masses of society.
Flying commercial also afforded him a measure of privacy, exemplified by the Cybertronic saying “public is private.” The other corperations just loved to lambast Cybertronic for these sayings, calling them “doublethink” but there was a greater truth in the seemingly contradictory phrases. In truth these phrases were like the old Dark Eden koans. When one examines the surface of the phrase the ideas of public and private seem contradictory, but digging beneath the surface shows a key factor of human behavior. If he had taken a private jet alone everyone in the know would be watching him, knowing where he was going. On the other hand by taking a public jet someone would have to be specifically looking for him to notice his name among the thousands, possibly millions traveling that day. It would be unlikely that it would be known he was gone before he got back. It was like trying to spot a single person in a crowd when they look just like the rest of the crowd.
A young woman with long red hair and the robes of a member of the Brotherhood took a seat next to him. He glanced over at her. To many men she would be the perfect specimen of beauty, but Sergei was uninterested in physical beauty. He extended his hand to her. “Sergei Mannerheim, nice to meet you.”
She shook his hand. He made sure not to use a firm handshake, it lured people into a false sense of security. “Anne Rose, a pleasure.” They introduced themselves to each other, then Anne asked Sergei about the Edicts of Toth and Cybertronic’s relation with them.
“Miss. Rose, the question is not whether Cybertronic follows the Edicts of Toth, but what are the reasons for the edicts in the first place?”
“well for starters they prevent man from tampering with technologies he should not.”
“and why should he not?”
“so as not to have them corrupted by Dark Symmetry.”
“there in lays the question: is it truly the machine that is corrupted, or is it the hand that makes the machine? Cybertronic has had no problems with Dark Symmetry despite all our advanced technology.”
Their debate continued well into the flight, never becoming aggressive and always staying polite. When the plane landed Sergei invited Anne to come with him to dinner at a local café. To his surprise she agreed. As they waited for the meal to come Sergei felt he was beginning to change her mind regarding Cybertronic.
In Anne’s mind she could not believe what was happening. She had always been instructed that Cybertronic members were nothing but mindless fanatical drones, but here was the head of the company who seemed charming and polite, the perfect gentleman. Could she really be falling in love with this gangly, pale young man?
Then the peace and tenderness of their dinner was shattered by a man in the armor of an inquisitor entering the café and approaching their table. “first it was trying to escape from your training, then you try to spare a heretic because of the civilians he used as shields, now I find you consorting with a prince of darkness. Your past transgressions could be forgiven, this however cannot!”
Anne looked panicked when the inquisitor said she could not be forgiven. She supplicated herself before the inquisitor. Weeping she begged: “please I promise I’ll be the most pious woman ever, please just don’t send me to Dominic!”
Sergei shot up from the table. “now listen, I don’t know what you’re going to do to her, but if she doesn’t want to go with you she’s not going!”
The inquisitor cocked his head towards Sergei. “she is a servant of the Cardinal, she has no choice in the matter.”
“well I say she does!”
“you and what army?” the inquisitor challenged.
Sergei gave a mental command to the Cybertronic agents sitting around the café who sprang into action. They quickly filled the inquisitor full of hot lead, but not before he drew his pistol and discharged a shot into Anne’s spine. She fell to the floor motionless, probably dead.
It should have ended there, but soon more Brotherhood soldiers tried to storm the café. They were soon dispatched. One of the agents walked behind Sergei as he cradled the body of Anne. Through the Cybertronic sensor network he could see that there were two more teams coming from the kitchen, and a variable horde of them massing down the street. He signaled for a transport to pick them up on the roof of the building, ETA two minutes. Ordering two of the agents to carry Anne’s body he borrowed a pistol from another.
They waited for the two assault teams to make it into a long hallway between the kitchen and the dining room before they sprung the trap on them. Using thermal optical implants they fired through the walls of the café and eliminated the teams without missing a shot. They then proceeded through the kitchen and up the stairs to the roof. As the transport landed they filed in and hooked Anne up to the medevac gurney. That would stabilize her if she was still alive, and preserve her for reanimation if she was not.
As the transport made its way to Cybertronic headquarters Sergei opened a line of communication with two of his operatives: Mr. Hammer and Mr. Trick. “ah Mr. Mannerheim, so nice of you to call. We were just finishing up with that little leak you planned. Worked like a charm.”
“that will have to wait, I have a priority mission that I need you to attend to.”
“can it please wait just a few minutes? I’ve spent all day preparing this bombe surprise to be delivered to a Mr. Broody, and I’d like to see the expression on his face when his desert blows him to kingdom come.”
“fine, you have one hour, then I need you to access the Brotherhood’s personnel files and get me anything on a member called Anne Rose.”
“oh that shouldn’t be too hard, they keep the files off site of the cathedral. Anything else you need us to do while we’re at it?”
“yes I’m sending you a visual file, I need you to distribute it to the news agencies.”
“done and done.”
An hour later Sergei stood before a hastily arranged press conference made up of every news organization on Luna. A podium had been moved to the steps of the Cybertronic building to accommodate the mass of reporters. None of them knew why they were here, but they had all been informed that Cybertronic was preparing a major announcement. They were all ready to broadcast the press conference live across the system. He tapped the microphones on the podium before beginning his speech. “good evening brothers and sisters, for are we not all brothers and sisters of humanity? We all breathe the same air, drink the same water, and feel the same feelings. We at our core are all equal; we are all members of the human race.
However some would have us be less the equal, they would deem themselves to lord over us by claiming the only connection with the divine. Brothers and sisters I speak of the Brotherhood. for over a thousand years they have lorded over us lowly humans by imposing strict control over our every action and thought. Their priests have demanded the sweat of your brows as payment to enter the Promised Land; their inquisitors have kidnapped our children, and killed without trial any who resist their power.
Brothers and sisters this has happened before, almost two thousand years ago the religious authority did many similar things, but one man would have none of this. In a fit of righteous rage he composed ninety five theses and nailed them to the door of a church. That one simple act would change the world, and usher in the golden age of man. His idea was simple: divinity is within each and every one of us, and we do not need a church or a priest or even a book to access this divinity.”
Amidst the crowd a vagabond who called himself Nathaniel had heard enough. Drawing the pistol that nice priest had given him he fired two shots at the podium. The first shot went wide, but the second hit Sergei dead center of the nose, splattering gore and brain matter across some of the closer cameras. “by the will of the Cardinal, the heretics shall be purged!” Nathaniel screamed before sprinting to find a place to take shelter.
Sergei’s attendants quickly snatched up his limp body and dragged it inside. Hopefully they could still save him. Or at least whatever they could save of him.

What a horrible piece of fluff. My eyes weep blood. I just hope it's not official.

No, its fan based.

 Warzone Resurrection wrote:

 praetor24 wrote:

GrandLegion wrote:
95 reasons... form warzonegame.com:

Spoiler:

Sergei Mannerheim took his seat in the middle of economy class on the passenger jet along with the other passengers. He didn’t look out of the ordinary compared to the rest of them, just a basic business suit that displayed his spindly form. If the other passengers knew who he was they would likely wonder what a member of the board of Cybertronic was doing on a commercial jet instead of his own private one. The truth was that he did not have a private jet, and he preferred it that way. Cybertronic was a corporation committed to the people, and Sergei truly enjoyed the company of the great unwashed masses of society.
Flying commercial also afforded him a measure of privacy, exemplified by the Cybertronic saying “public is private.” The other corperations just loved to lambast Cybertronic for these sayings, calling them “doublethink” but there was a greater truth in the seemingly contradictory phrases. In truth these phrases were like the old Dark Eden koans. When one examines the surface of the phrase the ideas of public and private seem contradictory, but digging beneath the surface shows a key factor of human behavior. If he had taken a private jet alone everyone in the know would be watching him, knowing where he was going. On the other hand by taking a public jet someone would have to be specifically looking for him to notice his name among the thousands, possibly millions traveling that day. It would be unlikely that it would be known he was gone before he got back. It was like trying to spot a single person in a crowd when they look just like the rest of the crowd.
A young woman with long red hair and the robes of a member of the Brotherhood took a seat next to him. He glanced over at her. To many men she would be the perfect specimen of beauty, but Sergei was uninterested in physical beauty. He extended his hand to her. “Sergei Mannerheim, nice to meet you.”
She shook his hand. He made sure not to use a firm handshake, it lured people into a false sense of security. “Anne Rose, a pleasure.” They introduced themselves to each other, then Anne asked Sergei about the Edicts of Toth and Cybertronic’s relation with them.
“Miss. Rose, the question is not whether Cybertronic follows the Edicts of Toth, but what are the reasons for the edicts in the first place?”
“well for starters they prevent man from tampering with technologies he should not.”
“and why should he not?”
“so as not to have them corrupted by Dark Symmetry.”
“there in lays the question: is it truly the machine that is corrupted, or is it the hand that makes the machine? Cybertronic has had no problems with Dark Symmetry despite all our advanced technology.”
Their debate continued well into the flight, never becoming aggressive and always staying polite. When the plane landed Sergei invited Anne to come with him to dinner at a local café. To his surprise she agreed. As they waited for the meal to come Sergei felt he was beginning to change her mind regarding Cybertronic.
In Anne’s mind she could not believe what was happening. She had always been instructed that Cybertronic members were nothing but mindless fanatical drones, but here was the head of the company who seemed charming and polite, the perfect gentleman. Could she really be falling in love with this gangly, pale young man?
Then the peace and tenderness of their dinner was shattered by a man in the armor of an inquisitor entering the café and approaching their table. “first it was trying to escape from your training, then you try to spare a heretic because of the civilians he used as shields, now I find you consorting with a prince of darkness. Your past transgressions could be forgiven, this however cannot!”
Anne looked panicked when the inquisitor said she could not be forgiven. She supplicated herself before the inquisitor. Weeping she begged: “please I promise I’ll be the most pious woman ever, please just don’t send me to Dominic!”
Sergei shot up from the table. “now listen, I don’t know what you’re going to do to her, but if she doesn’t want to go with you she’s not going!”
The inquisitor cocked his head towards Sergei. “she is a servant of the Cardinal, she has no choice in the matter.”
“well I say she does!”
“you and what army?” the inquisitor challenged.
Sergei gave a mental command to the Cybertronic agents sitting around the café who sprang into action. They quickly filled the inquisitor full of hot lead, but not before he drew his pistol and discharged a shot into Anne’s spine. She fell to the floor motionless, probably dead.
It should have ended there, but soon more Brotherhood soldiers tried to storm the café. They were soon dispatched. One of the agents walked behind Sergei as he cradled the body of Anne. Through the Cybertronic sensor network he could see that there were two more teams coming from the kitchen, and a variable horde of them massing down the street. He signaled for a transport to pick them up on the roof of the building, ETA two minutes. Ordering two of the agents to carry Anne’s body he borrowed a pistol from another.
They waited for the two assault teams to make it into a long hallway between the kitchen and the dining room before they sprung the trap on them. Using thermal optical implants they fired through the walls of the café and eliminated the teams without missing a shot. They then proceeded through the kitchen and up the stairs to the roof. As the transport landed they filed in and hooked Anne up to the medevac gurney. That would stabilize her if she was still alive, and preserve her for reanimation if she was not.
As the transport made its way to Cybertronic headquarters Sergei opened a line of communication with two of his operatives: Mr. Hammer and Mr. Trick. “ah Mr. Mannerheim, so nice of you to call. We were just finishing up with that little leak you planned. Worked like a charm.”
“that will have to wait, I have a priority mission that I need you to attend to.”
“can it please wait just a few minutes? I’ve spent all day preparing this bombe surprise to be delivered to a Mr. Broody, and I’d like to see the expression on his face when his desert blows him to kingdom come.”
“fine, you have one hour, then I need you to access the Brotherhood’s personnel files and get me anything on a member called Anne Rose.”
“oh that shouldn’t be too hard, they keep the files off site of the cathedral. Anything else you need us to do while we’re at it?”
“yes I’m sending you a visual file, I need you to distribute it to the news agencies.”
“done and done.”
An hour later Sergei stood before a hastily arranged press conference made up of every news organization on Luna. A podium had been moved to the steps of the Cybertronic building to accommodate the mass of reporters. None of them knew why they were here, but they had all been informed that Cybertronic was preparing a major announcement. They were all ready to broadcast the press conference live across the system. He tapped the microphones on the podium before beginning his speech. “good evening brothers and sisters, for are we not all brothers and sisters of humanity? We all breathe the same air, drink the same water, and feel the same feelings. We at our core are all equal; we are all members of the human race.
However some would have us be less the equal, they would deem themselves to lord over us by claiming the only connection with the divine. Brothers and sisters I speak of the Brotherhood. for over a thousand years they have lorded over us lowly humans by imposing strict control over our every action and thought. Their priests have demanded the sweat of your brows as payment to enter the Promised Land; their inquisitors have kidnapped our children, and killed without trial any who resist their power.
Brothers and sisters this has happened before, almost two thousand years ago the religious authority did many similar things, but one man would have none of this. In a fit of righteous rage he composed ninety five theses and nailed them to the door of a church. That one simple act would change the world, and usher in the golden age of man. His idea was simple: divinity is within each and every one of us, and we do not need a church or a priest or even a book to access this divinity.”
Amidst the crowd a vagabond who called himself Nathaniel had heard enough. Drawing the pistol that nice priest had given him he fired two shots at the podium. The first shot went wide, but the second hit Sergei dead center of the nose, splattering gore and brain matter across some of the closer cameras. “by the will of the Cardinal, the heretics shall be purged!” Nathaniel screamed before sprinting to find a place to take shelter.
Sergei’s attendants quickly snatched up his limp body and dragged it inside. Hopefully they could still save him. Or at least whatever they could save of him.

What a horrible piece of fluff. My eyes weep blood. I just hope it's not official.

No, its fan based.

I had thought so, but thanks so much for confirming it and for actually caring to answer

If they post stuff here, they want constructive criticism. I have been involved in WZ since the beginning as well, even helped playtest one of the expansions of 1st edition. I have been looking forward to a revamp for awhile and wont be taking my pledge away regardless. However I am not some "Yes man, fan boy" like the droves that play GW that will sit there and blow smoke claiming how great something is when it is crap. That said, I havent seen anythign that looks like crap so far. I do however want the game to while keeping the early aesthetics, be updated to new and improved more realistic models. If you want the game to succeed over some of the other skirmish games out there, new and old, the models must be exemplary, cool looking, and in realistic poses. GW gets away with having loads of silly looking models, they have legions of fanboys that rarely say boo if a model looks bad(the chaos possessed models are one of the few exceptions I can think of off hand where even the fanboys cried foul). Now I will agree, posting something saying "X model looks like crap" is a pretty useless thing to post and doesnt help. Since these are WIPs however, posting "X looks like crap and here is why...." is a bit more constructive. So yes, while these are WIP I will not be a blind fan boy, I will post the good and the bad, what I expect and what I hope, I would expect that is the point of posting things here and reacting to fan responses.

I completely agree with Psychotic Storm there except I think the Brotherhood guys look far better than they did in the old days and much more streamlined while still keeping the brotherhood look.

I liked the fluff thing too by the way, its very keeping with the original WZ style of writing and background.

I'm going back to what I said weeks ago back in February.....

 kenshin620 wrote:

 Warzone Resurrection wrote:
So there is nothing to be worry about as we wont send to production anything that fans would hate!

Oh no, we'll be at this for forever!

Col. Dash wrote:
If they post stuff here, they want constructive criticism. I have been involved in WZ since the beginning as well, even helped playtest one of the expansions of 1st edition. I have been looking forward to a revamp for awhile and wont be taking my pledge away regardless. However I am not some "Yes man, fan boy" like the droves that play GW that will sit there and blow smoke claiming how great something is when it is crap. That said, I havent seen anythign that looks like crap so far. I do however want the game to while keeping the early aesthetics, be updated to new and improved more realistic models. If you want the game to succeed over some of the other skirmish games out there, new and old, the models must be exemplary, cool looking, and in realistic poses. GW gets away with having loads of silly looking models, they have legions of fanboys that rarely say boo if a model looks bad(the chaos possessed models are one of the few exceptions I can think of off hand where even the fanboys cried foul). Now I will agree, posting something saying "X model looks like crap" is a pretty useless thing to post and doesnt help. Since these are WIPs however, posting "X looks like crap and here is why...." is a bit more constructive. So yes, while these are WIP I will not be a blind fan boy, I will post the good and the bad, what I expect and what I hope, I would expect that is the point of posting things here and reacting to fan responses.

I completely agree with Psychotic Storm there except I think the Brotherhood guys look far better than they did in the old days and much more streamlined while still keeping the brotherhood look.

I liked the fluff thing too by the way, its very keeping with the original WZ style of writing and background.

Was this line of commentary really necessary? If you need to bash GW to justify this KS, maybe there is mor wrong than you think?

"realistic poses"

But that clearly isn't something the creators are concerned about fixing where it's clearly wrong. Ref: Brotherhood Dancers, Hussar Yoga Masters...

While I think they should get a lot of credit for putting themselves "out there" and taking a lot of criticism and responding where they think they should, they do not respond to everything. Which considering everything that they have to do with such limited resources I totally understand but I'm sure frustrate some. It's not me putting my time and money on the line to make this so whatever they want visually, even if I don't like it, they get respect from me for doing this at all and then being open about it. I wish them the success they desire to have.

 kenshin620 wrote:
I'm going back to what I said weeks ago back in February.....

 kenshin620 wrote:

 Warzone Resurrection wrote:
So there is nothing to be worry about as we wont send to production anything that fans would hate!

Oh no, we'll be at this for forever!

There actually is a rather simple way that they could make everyone happy, I think. At least in regards to the Bauhaus hussars...

Make the shoulder pads a separate piece that can be glued on either way.
Include enough extra head options in the box so that you can make them look like either the original concepts they posted or the new renders.

It can't be that hard, can it?

Warzone Resurrection wrote:

 Taarnak wrote:
Looks like a better gun size but the pose is still bad. Please look at pictures of modern soldiers for poses. Stop trying to do over the top "dynamic" poses. It's just not working.

~Eric

Eric, I said gun, not the pose.

brynolf wrote:That is an old render. rodos brought it up now just to show the gun size.

Fair enough, but looking at the other poses posted, my criticism still stands.

c0un7_z3r0 wrote:Aren't we being somewhat overly critical here? Prodos is trying to work with us yet we show them little love for it . I believe the new design looks great and given the guns are going to be more proportional and that the poses gets more realistic plus some final touches I'd say they are on to a winning concept! Great stuff prodos!

So we should only cheer lead then? Not gonna happen from me. When I see problems from a commercial outfit, I am going to point them out. I'll try not to be a jerk about it but I'm not gonna sugar coat it either.

~Eric

"Problems?" Simply because you don't like an aesthetic doesn't make it a problem.

This is probably a good time to remind everyone of RULE #1 here on Dakka Dakka: be polite.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/core/forum_rules.jsp

If everyone could possible step back, take a breath and think a bit before posting, I think we'd all benefit!

Thanks!

cincydooley wrote:"Problems?" Simply because you don't like an aesthetic doesn't make it a problem.

I was really referring more to the size of the guns and the pose there. Sorry for being unclear.

Alpharius wrote:This is probably a good time to remind everyone of RULE #1 here on Dakka Dakka: be polite.

Barring a brand-new user, I think everyone here is being civil enough.



In the interest of providing an alternative to the "problems" pointed out with the shoulder pads, here is my idea for how to "fix" them:

{Excuse the quick and dirty Photoshop job. It does illustrate my idea well enough, but it isn't the prettiest thing...)

I really do want this game to do well. Sorry if it seems like I don't.

~Eric

The Everassure is growing on me and im happy they are doing new stuff.

That is pretty cool. I especially like they didnt go with the old typical blue and silver of Cybertronic, and the cracking base is a great touch. I think it needs big energy cannons over the shoulders. Are there going to be weapon attachments? I always viewed Cyber as a corporate version of Drake's "Legion of the Damned" series. Lots and lots of guns and weapons mounted all over the place with cynical cyborg personalities.

 Octopussy wrote:
I found a picture of a painted Everassur, the painting of this model is really ace!!! Its growing on me and mm happy they are doing new stuff.

As much as I dislike this guy as a member of Cybertronic, it is a very good model in it's own right and it could fit into other systems pretty well.

 His Master's Voice wrote:

 Octopussy wrote:
I found a picture of a painted Everassur, the painting of this model is really ace!!! Its growing on me and mm happy they are doing new stuff.

As much as I dislike this guy as a member of Cybertronic, it is a very good model in it's own right and it could fit into other systems pretty well.

I totally agree with HMV on this one. Nothing about is says Cybertronic (to me) but it is an excellent model.

~Eric

Gunz fixed, working now a bit on poses.





Shoulder pads are separate elements.

Looking stellar so far, keep up the good work!

Awesome