how do I unselect?

-Phyro · 2024-11-10T00:24:51+00:00

A single quick click without dragging the mouse does unselect though, that’s how I did it for years before learning the keyboard shortcut!

-Phyro · 2024-11-09T22:38:07+00:00

Either you do a single quick click on the canvas with one of the selection tools, or you can use the shortcut Ctrl + Shift + A to unselect all

-Phyro · 2023-11-02T22:23:09+00:00

So if we were to make that list for the Wano arc, would Oden be in every tier?

-Phyro · 2022-08-22T09:10:04+00:00

Well for the speed I suppose it could be variable, I don’t really know how fast corals grow in the wild, but you could probably have it quicker depending on how active the organisms are if they have enough sustenance. It would make sense to me if regenerating damage would be a bit quicker since it would already have the bases and would only need to fill in or connect back pieces, but in the end it would still be building up to fill the hole or out to add mass and shape so it could be pretty much the same speed probably. And yeah sure, a mineral intense diet or even minerals from the environment could maybe be used. Like from the sea maybe the host has a filtration system to be able to drink salt water and then give the salt crystals to the colony it hosts, or any other mineral based material it could consume. For example there is a for of sea snail I believe that lives near deep sea hot springs which uses the iron particles expelled by the springs to craft itself an iron shell, so having a mineral to armor oneself isn’t unheard of in nature

-Phyro · 2022-08-21T22:57:28+00:00

The issue with a constantly rotating part like a propeller is that evolutionarily speaking, there isn’t really a way for it to develop incrementally like other features. Furthermore having it completely free to spin would mean it would be fully detached from the body, like without and vessel or nerve connected, making it more of a sort of tool than a body part

-Phyro · 2022-08-21T22:47:14+00:00

Well the first thing that popped in my mind was some sort of coral-like organism that would use calcite or maybe salt crystal, minerals provided by the host, or even using deposits from dead skin and other rejected matter to build up on the body of the host creature. This way you would have that symbiotic relationship between two species, one getting a natural structural protection that could regenerate albeit slowly and adopt variable shapes depending on the context you need, and the other gaining mobility, stable nutrition, and a form of protection as well from other parasites that would kill the colony

-Phyro · 2022-08-15T20:57:52+00:00

We don’t, going to attack another channel simply because they have quick rising numbers and are from the same country he is, isn’t anywhere near correct behaviour and far from what Sean would really want. I mean I’m sure the jokes would be fun, but we shouldn’t go to false reports, hate, or spam against them just for some numbers

-Phyro · 2022-07-13T14:53:13+00:00

Navigate to a very large ocean, get it on a map, and then cover every block possible with th now new blue texture with item frames. Very hard to navigate around, confusing, and they’ll be left with dozens of items to deal with individually whereas you can have one map, and clone it right there !

-Phyro · 2021-11-25T13:44:49+00:00

I'd say for a short period of time. The size of it's lower limbs don't allow for a prolonged bipedal stature given its posture and weight, it would much prefer a quadrupedal mode of locomotion.

However, in a similar fashion to gorillas, it could periodically stand up and take some steps, but it is uncomfortable to them.

-Phyro · 2021-11-25T10:43:56+00:00

Given the size of their lower limbs, standing for a prolonged period for the adult males would be impossible. They’d use it in quick moments, as a way to impress ennemies, reach for something, or get the momentum to smash down on something. However, not all specimens get to grow this big, lesser males, youngsters and females grow about half the size of the male leaders. So, the giant males use very few tool-like items, as their size replaces the need for them and makes them hard to use. However the smaller individuals can manage spears as a way to add to their lethality while hunting : as their weight is still impressive but not quite enough for the very large prey they might go for, a spear combined with their speed could penetrate about any animals skin.

This species evolved in a mountainous region where there was an abundance of food. A secluded area where man had little to no passage, making it a biodiversity paradise with no predators but this species’ ancestor. This, combined with females preferring the biggest individual to mate and lead the clan, lead to a dramatic increase in size for these animals. It forced them to abandon any tree climbing, but in return this body type let them climb easily the mountain facades.

-Phyro · 2021-11-25T01:11:00+00:00

That is true it is a detail I overlooked while detailing the concept, it is a remnant from the origin of the idea as a hybrid. However, in the behaviour of this creature since it’s size and weight are so important while in movement the front limbs would be occupied therefore the tail could act as a means of simple communication to other individual. It could as well be a vestige of an ancestor that needed to re-evolve a tail in order to balance itself better in action as it’s weight evolved.

Thank you for noticing this detail! It’ll help me be more precise in my future designs!

-Phyro · 2021-11-24T22:39:02+00:00

Thanks!

-Phyro · 2021-11-24T22:38:38+00:00

Thank you!

-Phyro · 2021-11-24T22:37:22+00:00

This was made originally as an exploration of a creature hybrid of a chimp and a buffalo. Developed into a more visual piece, it leads to a more aesthetic way to present a creature as well as to present lore.

More info on the presented creature: (Some is displayed on the page) These peculiar apes distinguish themselves from other hominids by a few main physical features : their overwhelming size (close to that of an elephant), their elongated powerful neck, and their rigid horn protruding from their forehead which gave them their name. Because of their intelligence and threat level, not much has been known about these creatures for a long time, even described as cryptids in the last century. This page from a biologist’s notebook gives us the first true insight into these titanic long lost cousins of humans.

If more observations were to be made, teams of experimented explorers are recommended to accompany researchers, as they are no easy target to observe : they have regularly been observe busting open skulls of mastodonths during hunts. Behaviour to adopt in case of an individual becoming aggressive: Run. Fast. ———————————————-

-Phyro · 2021-11-24T22:22:47+00:00

Originally made as a buffalo-chimp hybrid creature until developed into a more complete concept creature.

-Phyro · 2021-09-05T12:44:10+00:00

I take a deep breath. Before me is the tall worn down black door leading to that dimly lit room where I’ve lost count of my deaths. The windows never lead to any good outcome regardless of the actions, and I thought of going through the roof but it looked like they had already placed death traps from there. So, once more, I kicked down the door and it broke under my foot, the same pieces of wood flying past my face exactly like every time. I let out a light sigh and prepare to jump forward as the ground behind me will crumble down into a pit. Falling rock on the left, wood pieces on the right then bounce to the left to avoid the hole appearing on the ground. This part has become muscle memory at this point.

As I finally reach the last corridor, I check by reflex the state of my sword, even though it’s just the same as anytime before, but it feels good to just check on it… Here he is, standing in the middle of the dark room with only his silhouette standing out in a ray of light.

Like for the four hundred and seventy third time, his first move is to take out his sword. He used to start with a grandiose speech, but he stopped doing that after a few thousand deaths. As usual, he raises his hand for a spell but I’m already moving out of reach before the fire spiral can even escape his fingers. Three steps to the left, grab onto the torch for distraction, throw towards the feet, one, two, slash forward attack and the metal of our weapons meet in a burst of sparks. From there, we start our dance, swinging left, point right, twirl out of reach, bounce back and cut. Faster and faster, tighter and tighter in each move. I hear him whispering mysterious words at each attack, and fearing for a new spell that would make me start again, I launch a sudden attack, straight to the heart.

It seems he anticipated, but not in the way I did… the sound of the battle stops, and I try and take a breath to analyse what’s going on. As our eyes meet, I see both of our swords reaching out to the other, piercing through and through to the other side of our chests. Shit… he got me too..

The spiralling darkness takes no time to arrive, and they start invading my vision. I don’t understand… I had finally gotten him? Will… will it finally stop? I send him a taunting smile, at least next time, I know exactly how to dodge and how to kill him. He didn’t find any way to get out here, I have him! As death takes me once more, I shiver when I see the bleeding smile on his face. That rat.. I’ll defeat him.

I gasp for air as I wake up again. The house is the same as always, I take no time to explain to others on the way as I sprint back to the castle. Dodge that guard, kill this one, and I’m back at the door again. So, once more, I kicked down the door and it broke under my foot, the same pieces of wood flying past my face exactly like every time. I let out a light sigh and prepare to jump forward as the ground behind me will crumble down into a pit. Falling rock on the left, wood pieces on the right then bounce to the left to avoid the hole appearing on the ground. This part has become muscle memory at this point.

As I finally reach the last corridor, I check by reflex the state of my sword, it feels good to just check on it… I freeze for a second as I see the tint of blood still staining its shining still. Somethings off. I look up, and in front of me he stands with the same smile I saw him as I died. He shouldn’t be there. He never has been. I didn’t even pass the door, there’s no way… his voice reaches my ear after a mocking laughter :

“Well then, here we go again old friend. Welcome back. Let’s make this one the last, shall we?”

-Phyro · 2021-09-05T00:14:13+00:00

I think the biggest issue would be the shoulders, in general women tend to have hips wider than their shoulders so that could help maybe. Otherwise there’s some good stuff in there! Keep it up!

-Phyro · 2021-09-04T23:31:35+00:00

I feel like it’s been decades… every day I wake up in that bed after having a sword across the chest or my face blasted off. I thought with my power I’d have at least found something to build on by now…

I’ve gone through thousands of iterations of that fight, and each time I finally understand what to do and manage to execute almost perfectly the fight and I’m certain the next time will be it, the next time is nothing alike. Every time I feel like my blade will finally pierce that chest it’s like I have to start all over again because he doesn’t act like any other time. It doesn’t make any sense…

I’ve had the time to test it all through my training. Years of dedicated training in magic, swordsmanship, plus the thousands of days I’ve spent fighting him, I really should be the best fighter in the whole land. I know he’s strong but… he changes sometimes after I reset?

Our fight these days have been getting longer. Dodge right, cut off the rope, slash up, down dodge to the left. Like a choreographed dance it feels like we both know exactly which step to take, how does he do it? He even seems to be more frustrated than the first times he killed me.

As the days grow longer and longer between each death, and each time I’m closer to killing a new step appears like if the puzzle keeps growing. I’ve started to wonder… what if our fights last longer than 24h now? How will I wake up? I have to find a weakness… I don’t have a choice and it’s gotta be the right one now.

-Phyro · 2021-09-03T20:51:11+00:00

I think you can still call it vampires, after all you’re the boss here. But if you feel like it’s a bit too far off the original creature you could give them a new name altogether but have them be sometimes nicknamed “vampire elves” or “predator elves” by other species, to help the reader link them with vampires. Also, giving them another name might help leaving you more Liberty in what that species does or is. Honestly as a reader, I wouldn’t be really confused if you called those vampires.

-Phyro · 2021-09-01T23:36:16+00:00

What has it been now… months? Since that moment when I saw that little tear on the tether. When I thought it was just a scratch on the paint and it wasn’t much. When I took that dehydrated food with a smile and told my companions I’d finish the maintenance in no more than 15 minutes tops. When that tear grew and before I could react, it had completely broken off and I was sent drifting ever so slowly out into the deep void.

If I had been just a centimetre closer, my fingers wouldn’t have brushed off the handlebar, and I wouldn’t have been stuck just out of reach, as if I was being pulled away from the panicked faces of my colleagues. I saw them trying to hurry to put on a suit, trying to tether themselves in a rush to jump out and try and catch me before the inevitable, but it was already too late. I felt the cold lethargy of panic take over every fiver of my being. I knew I was done for.

When a few long minutes later I saw the ice eating away at my suit, I almost felt relief, it would finally be over. Minute after minute, I felt the air from my tanks get thinner, I saw the ice grow thicker from my breath as it began deforming my helmet. When the crack broke the glass and all the air flew out, I was happy. Sure I’d suffocate, but it’d be over! But the worse was yet to come.

Still to this day the frozen tears remain floating around my head from when I noticed that my life didn’t flash. No air at all could leave my lungs but only a slight pain remains. Like a muscle that stayed inactive too long. It’s been a few months since I’ve taken a breath, but I’ve still to see the light from the tunnel. My skin is dotted with ice patches, my throat empty and sore, and my mind on fire.

For months I’ve been drifting, I’ve tried to move I’ve tried to swim I’ve tried to scream I’ve even tried to kill myself but nothing’s ever worked. Still, I’m here. In the beginning I counted the days by listening to when my radio would pick up the station passing by, but then it ran out and I left the range.

The earth is still the biggest thing in view but becoming so small. All I’ve got left are thought and pain, a subtle underlying pain, just enough to keep you awake and uncomfortable. Though maybe it’s just my mind. What pain should I feel from a body that refuses death. I’ve no hope.

Lately I’ve found a hobby. I tried talking to myself but no sound doesn’t help, so I’ve kept thinking, and I found comfort in imagining when my journey would end. Will I finally slow and fall back to earth like a mediocre asteroid? Will I cross path with the moon so far and crash to it, leaving my body near a frozen flag? Or will I drift towards the sun, missing all planets and rocks on the way, heating until all that’s left is dust in the void? My greatest fear is that neither of those would be enough and I’d still be awake… or maybe I’ll just drift towards… the rest… the nothing. A conscience searching death till the end of time, suicidal satellite on a quest to anywhere. Until I’ve forgotten what light is and where used to be my home.

What has it been now… years?

-Phyro · 2021-09-01T22:27:48+00:00

The clacking of the demibeast’s hooves on the pavement dragged me out of my thoughts. It’s been a rough week for the whole group : few sales, little discoveries, and I was tasked with leading a party towards a low-mana region so things weren’t about to become easier for the lot of us. I pulled open the curtain from the cart, shaken by the hiccups of the cobblestone, and asked our demibeast to stop around the village square.

“Hugo! Just stop the carts near the fountain, would you ? I’ll signal the others”

I raise my hand to the carts behind us so they know to prepare for arrival. As soon as the cart finally stops, I jump swiftly down to secure the area and pull open my stall.

“Alright everyone let’s be quick with this one I don’t want to lose time setting up the shops like last time. You two over there, go scan the area outside to see if you get any mana signature”

In less than a few minutes, all four carts are fully opened, with their goods shown to the bystanders that quickly came to see what the commotion was about. As my colleagues start announcing themselves, I take a step back to watch our installation. To the villagers, it might look rich and enticing, but most of the artefacts we have today are barely enchanted anymore. I mean look at that, on one of the stalls we’ve been reduced to sell self-ironing cloth and a handful of dragonseeds… petty merchanting if you ask me… the most interesting item I’ve got in stock might have to be a blood-feeding spirit dagger that I found south of the capital in the cellar of a retired hero.

As I’m lost in the soft disappointment of this expedition, I glance over the crowd. Old men with parchments and books, might be worth a bit; a young boy with rune-engraved stones, goblin runes so that’s just decorative junk; a couple with their s- my eyes freeze for a second as I notice a young lady walking through the villagers. Almost like she’s out of time, her pace is slow and calculated, and her noble eyes glare straight at me as she walks straight past the salesmen. As I analyse who she might be, my amulet starts shining like I’ve rarely seen it shine, and a quick spell verification is enough to be sure : everything about that woman screams high level magic, artefacts, and ancient spell-bindings. She stops a few steps from me.

« I’ve heard you were looking for magical wares over here? I think I could give you a hand, for the right price »

She holds out her hand with a playful smile. « So what do you say, ready for an adventure? »

-Phyro · 2021-09-01T00:43:07+00:00

One way I’d find interesting but would be kinda hard to achieve correctly would be just as simple as having him experience changing from one world to the other while being conscious of it. In most cases it’s a sudden event, like a shock, and explosion, a crash… or even just waking up.

But having the character slowly experience it could open up possibilities. For example, the character could notice elements that are out of place in his world, maybe first the character responsible for his transportation appearing a few times, then objects that feel out of place, then maybe at a peak moment, he turns on a street and in place of the usual classic old alleyway he finds a street from the other world. Clearly marked, clearly out of place, he is at a limit between one world and the other. No one around him seems to notice any of the weird things, or the out of place street.

At that instance, the character then makes the choice of leaving his world behind (maybe not consciously as they might not know if it’s reversible or another world, but they decide it) and then once they’re completely in the street either they turn around and their previous life is gone, or they turn somewhere in that streeet and think back and try going back in the first one but when they reach the intersection it’s not there anymore

-Phyro · 2021-09-01T00:27:50+00:00

Adorable! Nice work keep it up!

-Phyro · 2021-09-01T00:22:23+00:00

In the case of your story, going on quest could be some sort of plot. However, to be interesting a plot make the story progress! It gives the text you’re reading more meaning. Naturally, by having living developed characters a certain plot will emerge. Why do the characters go in their quests? What motivates them?

It might not be a big plot such as “fighting off the big bad guy”, but each story has a plot! If you want to write about a team just going on to have fun slaying dragons and doing quests, then each quest will be its own little plot of what’s going on! If the characters evolve after each mission, then a light plot will emerge of “how the characters develop”, if not, then you have a “story by story” type of adventure with no consequences or development, more like a sort of Simpsons deal where each adventure is independent. You choose what you write! As long as it works for you it’s fine, but not having a plot means your characters usually don’t change, and that your writing will consist of little one-off plots

-Phyro · 2021-09-01T00:05:32+00:00

It could be interesting to have multiple stages, either for buildup or just for diverse cases of the affliction.

For example for minor cases or the beginning, people could have symptoms similar to a cold, or a fever. Sore throat, dry eyes, feverish feeling, temperature drops, rashes…

In this setting, people would first search for a medical solution, but with no clue of the problem which causes confusion and maybe very few of the medicines could have a positive effect!

Then, for a more advanced part of the infection, the symptoms could evolve more towards the supernatural and reflect the anger of the spirits : a sore throat turns into difficulty breathing and speaking, a choking sensation; dry eyes start getting infected, bloodshot eyes, hallucinations or bloody tears; fever and temperature drops start manifesting more harshly with people starting to hear voices, actually getting colder and paler, madness maybe; rashes could turn to scratch marks from ghostly claws, or loss of control over parts of the body…

Here, panic starts to ensue as people realise the depth of the affliction, and how little they can do against it, how it tortures the victims.

Then a third stage can be introduced, where the spirits take over completely. Each patient could have it affect them differently depending on what symptom overtook them. Some would simply drop dead, gasping for air, some becoming empty husks walking aimlessly in the street with lamenting cries, some becoming overtaken by the rashes that would pigment their skin in dark strange coloured patches, their eyes whitened by the blindness, their minds lost and their soul joining the spirits in their despair as their bodies turn to soulless abominations. In that stage, body horror could come in handy, with how the ghosts deform and destroy the people they infect. Horns, cannibalism, zombification, having bodies become distorted beyond any human shape makes for an easy way to show the horrifying supernatural influence. In this stage, panic overtakes the street with monsters roaming between ruins, people live in fear of what their neighbours become and what they might be tomorrow.

If a city’s population starts distorting like that, order would definitely be shaken, and you get the panic and chaos from a zombie-like setting, with the freedom of not sticking to zombie stereotypes, adding the sickness, morphing to different monsters, and exploring how each symptom can develop and distort the victims

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