“Think you could use another pair of hands, Shepard?”
First attempt at them in realism!
“Booker, are you afraid of God?”
“No…But I’m afraid of you.”
Well she did help “birth” him….HAHAHA…..
BABY GRUNT IS MY FAVOURITE GRUNT
Waited all year to reblog this.
In June of 2012 I listened to The Prince of Egypt soundtrack, and envisioned a prelude to Bioshock. I was about as good at animating as I was at quantum physics, but I wanted to share the vision with others. All seven minutes of it, no matter how long that took me.
So I started storyboarding.
In late January or early February, I put up the last part. I finished it.
Around the same time, I heard the Fallout Big Bang was happening. People suggested I sign up as an artist. I insisted I sign up as a writer.
It went up on fanfiction.net yesterday. I finished it.
The point of these examples is not to assert myself as a genius. I’m the opposite. I sweat bandoleers of bullets to finish two dinky projects, and whatever attention they may get is going to be on luck, not merit. But the experience of seeing them through to the end was more valuable than anything else I’d learned in a long time. And while I’m not there yet, I’d like to think it took me a long way.
But having done that now bums me out about one thing, and that’s that I know talented people who haven’t. Abandoned novels. Abandoned comics. Stories that have stewed in development hell for years, turning to vinegar as the writers foster self-hatred and increasingly consider giving up.
I know why they do it. I did it. To a large extent I still do it. I’m here now to tell you how, two times, I beat it.
sick bastards of the north