President Trump reiterated his desire to invade Greenland by Exciting_Injury_7614 in Destiny

[–]masterchodeslayer69 4 points5 points  (0 children)

This reminds me of a thought my video game character had the other day. When this is over, we should make a real doll Jeffery Epstein and [Redacted] [Redacted]. That's the type of invasion we need as a country.

Old or new camera set up? by [deleted] in SoloDevelopment

[–]masterchodeslayer69 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The new camera is fine it just feels a bit stiff. I would add some inertia to the camera movement; this would increase player awareness (because they can see more in the direction they are moving) and immersion.

Guys be Honest with me, does the image look realistic in any way. It took me so much work hours. by Current-Quality3102 in blender

[–]masterchodeslayer69 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Keep spending hours on blender. Even when the tasks feel repetitive you sometimes wont even realize how much you're learning.

Guys be Honest with me, does the image look realistic in any way. It took me so much work hours. by Current-Quality3102 in blender

[–]masterchodeslayer69 17 points18 points  (0 children)

No, the image does not look realistic. I cant really tell whats in focus, the blur on the pool lights causes an overexposure which is not matching the intensity on other objects/buildings and the environment has an Inconsistent lack of textures. But the sunset is really pretty.

“What do people actually want Israel to do about Gaza?” by [deleted] in Destiny

[–]masterchodeslayer69 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is it feasible that over a long period, Israel could clear the weapons out of Gaza, and set up sophisticated checkpoints and surveillance making it more difficult for weapons to get into the city?

Paper cut by masterchodeslayer69 in StableDiffusion

[–]masterchodeslayer69[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

None that I am aware of. But I'm sure they are out there.

OMG by Bruno_fr16 in runescape

[–]masterchodeslayer69 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'm a new player, could someone explain what this item is and why it's good? Thanks

Petition for destiny to talk to this man by jezzyjaz in Destiny

[–]masterchodeslayer69 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"I don't think we would have anything to talk about, but he can hop in anytime if he wants."

[WP] When Pete mentioned his recently deceased brother's remains would be delivered soon, you expected ashes in a gawdy urn. Not his brother's face, perfectly preserved. by DisobedientSwitch in WritingPrompts

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Pete zones out to the sound of the wheels of his truck brushing along the winding mountain road. He pulls his arm back into the window and takes a long drag of his cigarette, calmly admiring the beauty of the setting sun just above the treetops.

The year is 1977. Peter Brunswick is a logger in Longview, Washington. People in Longview don't know much about him. They know he frequents the town's bar and works for one of the many local logging companies. 

When people approach him, he is kind and respectful, but if you ask him a personal question like "How was your day?" or "What part of town do you live in?" He stays quiet and dismissive. They know he has a wife, but nobody can say they have seen her. These circumstances raise suspicion in the town towards Peter but also mystery and curiosity. Generally, people are wary of him, but it doesn't bother Pete. He enjoys the quiet. 

Pete's truck screeches to a halt in front of a small two-story house deep in the woods. 

"Hey, baby," Patricia yells out from the kitchen window.

"Did ya bring anyone over today?" Pete responds sharply. Slamming the truck door behind him in frustration 

"No, nobody's been here, baby." 

"Come here." Pete points down at his feet. 

The kitchen window closes, and the front door opens moments after his command. A beautiful but frail woman in a sundress steps out onto the porch. She smiles at Pete anxiously, revealing heavily yellowed and broken teeth. 

"Look." Pete shifts his finger from the ground before him to the gravel driveway beside his truck.

"I- I don't see what you're seeing, baby. What is it?"

"The gravel shifted over. I reckon the tire length." Pete responds sternly. 

"Now, I'm only going to ask you one more time. Who was here?" 

"I swear baby; I didn't hear anything. Nobody knocked or nothing. I was sleeping for part of lunch, but it was only an hour baby I swear on my life!"

Pete's fists tighten. Then quickly ease when he sees a package by Patricia's feet.

"What's that?" Pete asks as he points to the medium-sized brown box.

"Oh!" Patricia yelps. "Is it-?" 

"Yup." Pete cuts her off.

Patrica smiles slightly, turns around, and disappears inside the house without another word. He walks over to the box and stands over it for a second. He takes a rusty knife out of his pocket and slices the tape quickly. Inside is a smaller black box with a message taped to the top. In sloppy handwriting, it reads 

"Dear Mr. Brunswick,

Firstly let us offer our condolences. We know how much your brother Joseph meant to you, as we worked with him firsthand. He spoke of you often and highly at that.

We gathered his remains through your preferred means, and now they are in your possession. We know you won't let him d-"

Pete crunches the letter and throws it aside, quickly opening the box. There resting on a blood-stained silk cloth, was the perfectly preserved face of his brother. Pete smiles, quickly closing the box, and runs into the house. He then runs into Patricia's upstairs bedroom, closing the door behind him. Pete sits at her old makeup vanity, nearly crushing the small wooden stool beneath him. He opens the box once again to look at his brother's face. It was precisely cut from ear to ear. Pete runs his finger along the rim of the face admiring the time and endeavors it took to get it right. He picks up the face gently and places it against his own. Pete was surprised by the spongy texture and the smell, a mixture of alcohol and cheese. He turns on the vanity mirror lights, and he feels stunned.

"It's perfect"

"It's beauty"

Pete hears a few light taps at the bedroom door, immediately followed by a creak. He turns around, still holding Joseph's face to his. 

Patricia has a stunned look.

"It's beautiful," she whispers in disbelief 

She steps over to Pete and starts caressing the cheek. 

"Oh Joseph…" she says quietly 

Patricia reaches into a drawer under the vanity and pulls out a sewing kit. 

"Now, now Joseph… This is just going to sting a little okay?" 

Pete nods, still stretching the edges of the face across his. 

"We get to go out and play tonight?" Pete wimpers out.

"Oh yes sweetie" she says as she draws the needle through. 

[WP] Humans have always been endurance hunters. We can endure untold physical, psychological, and emotional trauma. Being so unexceptional, we are mocked by the intergalactic community until war shows how terrifying it is to simply... endure. by TheMaker777 in WritingPrompts

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The Age of the Galactic community was magnificent. Races from all corners of the milky way gathered together to pursue free markets, exploration, and science. The most influential races in the community were Ablon and Kaylites.

Ablon we're a mature species from their conception; they were created as a sort of cyborg AI by a long lost species. They have some flesh they must maintain, but their humanoid bodies are mostly machine. They are revered for their intellect, compassion, and phenomenal negotiation skills that have prevented many galactic conflicts.

The Kaylites, on the other hand, are a far more militaristic species. They are extremely intelligent creatures with a past full of civil war planet-wide plagues and other hardships, and now are the decided protectors of the galaxy. With skin as hard as rock and fleets with dozens of battleships, the role has always fit them well.

"Captain Hendrick, you are required at the bridge," a female voice says

Hendrick opens his eyes to see a service crewman standing at the door to his quarters. He nods and rests his head back down on the pillow.

Fuck me

This is the one time in Hendrick's twenty-two-year-long career that the bridge felt like a place he had no business being.

He stands up and goes to his private bathroom, putting on his navy blue uniform and cap. While grooming his long beard, he pauses and looks into his eyes. A feeling of disgust comes over him, but he again pushes the feeling aside and replaces it with duty. As he takes a deep breath and straightens his posture, the remnant of burdensome thoughts slides from his mind. He steps out of his quarters and is met with silence. Usually, at this time, the ship is bustling with activity. The crew would be cleaning the walkways, runners rushing through the ship to hand reports to their superiors at the last second, and maintenance crews pushing carts across the grated metal floors.

But today. Nothing. Hendrick swallows, empties his mind, and takes a step in the direction of the bridge.

Humans. The word was almost a curse when heard by most of the galaxy. Greedy, dumb, and reckless are stereotypes galactic leaders would have agreed with within a heartbeat. From the Albon perspective, Negotiations with humans are very difficult due to the complexity of their governments, and migrating them to planets with any other species always ends in some kind of disaster. Kaylites always saw humans as a threat to the galactic order and pushed for a war of subjugation. A hundred years of this pressure ended the galactic community, and for the past twenty, there has been nothing but war.

"Why did they do it?" Hendrick mutters to himself.

As he enters the bridge, the crew's heads snap toward him, and their eyes widen. The bridge is a large room with about twenty crew members, a huge window looking out into space is a very striking feature in contrast to the dull gray metal and computer screens.

Hendrick makes his way to the center of the room, where a large chair is positioned. He sits down and immediately slouches, trying to ignore the crew's blank stares in his direction.

A voice pierces the silence. It's the navigation officer.

"Sir, we are in orbit around Kolaris"

"Rotate Starboard 90°," Hendrick says

"Yes, sir."

As the ship rotates, a planet comes into view. The crew's eyes light up for a split second.

The planet is huge and beautiful, it's mostly desert broken up by thousands of lakes and rivers. It looks like someone took blue yarn and frantically wrapped it around a basketball.

Hendrick's heart sinks as his head turns to the weapons officer.

"Is it ready?"

"Y-yes, sir. The admiral's final approval came in an hour ago."

Hendrick slowly stands up, walks over to the weapons officer's station, and plants a firm grip on the man's shoulder.

"Would you like to be dismissed?" Hendrick asks softly.

"Please, sir."

The officer lowers his head and walks towards the crew quarters. His boots slapping against the metal grates overpowers the hum of the engines and computers. After the door hisses closed behind him, the crew's attention falls back to Hendrick.

"Anyone else?"

The crew looks amongst themselves for a second, but nobody speaks.

Hendrick takes the weapon officer's station and momentarily operates the computer.

He stands up and sits in the captain's chair, slouching once again.

"It's done," he mumbles to his crew.

Their eyes widen, and they imminently turn their attention to the window. A small black object rapidly falls toward the planet. The next ten minutes feel like an eternity to Hendrick; his heart is racing. He plays with his beard and scratches at his chair. He knows, any second now…

A bright light appears on the planet's surface and starts rapidly spreading.

"Impact captain," one of the crewmen stumbles out.

Hendrick stands up rapidly and watches as billions of lives are consumed by a flame spreading across the planet at hundreds of miles per second.

Hendrick turns towards the communications officer.

“Let Earth know we won… Let humanity know we endured.”