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After a number of months, motivation has finally returned... I thank a very special someone for that. (:
Let's continue where we left off, shall we?~


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I REALLY like the way Ganondorf's leather textures came out on here. Sadly, they can hardly be seen unless zooming in very closely... His armor was also pretty tricky, but nothing some underlaying texturing couldn't handle. I will say this much: his cape was fun.

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Having some of the greatest number of textures in the game, Bowser was no cake walk. However, I can say texturing him was a lot of fun, about as much as I had hoped from him. I enjoyed his hair and shell, too. The hardest part had to have been the chest... I'm still not satisfied with the way it came out. If all else fails, I can just go back and re-re-redo it again.

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How do you texture something that has no textures? Answer: You don't.
/trolololol
(･ω･)b

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Coming up for the scales for Yoshi was a challenge. Trying to see them from this distance, even moreso. Why must all my favorite details need to be zoomed in to view in all their faded glory? (ﾉДT)
In any case, at least this was a pretty quick one. I may end up going back and fixing some things... We'll see about that, though.

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And there you have it... for now. Again.
I believe over half the characters are finished. Knocked out some pretty tough ones, but what lies ahead may be the most challenging yet.

Either way, thanks for stopping by! I doubt I'll be anywhere near as frequent with entries, and I don't expect to be "showing off" anything for quite a while, but I'll be sure to keep you posted until then.

Till next time.~ ヾ( ´ー｀)

-"nifanatic" ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-11114682210.html Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:51:07 +0900
ヾ( ´ー｀)

Take care, all.

-"nifanatic" ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-10928832755.html Mon, 20 Jun 2011 05:49:20 +0900 I should just stop thinking.

Oy. Thanks a lot for passing by. Take it easy out there, year?
ヾ( ´ー｀)

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-"nifanatic" ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-10926052945.html Fri, 17 Jun 2011 14:54:38 +0900
Sometimes it's nice to be comforted... through circumstances that bring us together, in ways we could never see coming, in people we thought we'd never meet. It's odd how it all works like that... but as the saying goes,
everything happens for a reason.

It's nice to remember what it's like to have happiness.
It's nice to remember what it's like to have some hope.
It's nice to remember what it's like to have
faith, in what I'm doing.
And it's nice to hold a smile for this long.

Oy, you!
Thanks a lot for stopping by. Been keeping myself busy lately, but... it's good. You know what? It's not so bad.

... Thanks. (:

God bless. v(^-^)v

-"nifanatic" ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-10925027834.html Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:12:50 +0900
The other night, I was asked a very peculiar question. The question was short, sweet, simple, even for me. (Hopefully my translator hasn't failed me with this.)

"What are you thinking about?"

There I was, unnecessarily pondering virtually, publicly, collecting my attention through easy means. I was doing nothing very eye-catching, let alone wearing anything that would draw attention. I was there
to collect,
and nothing more.

Suddenly, a person from the crowd sat beside my virtual pondering self, giving a quick greeting I could not answer back. And that was when she asked me, so simple, so completely out of the blue, whether out of curiosity or boredom, I will never know for sure...

...I've
kinda had my head wrapped around that question for the last couple of days. It's such an easy, easy question to be given, and yet the answers... I could have answered her in so many different ways. I was literally left flabbergasted once my sources had it translated for me that by the time I got around to an answer, she'd already left.

What AM I thinking about?
What SHOULD I be thinking about?
Where am I going with myself... the choices I make, the people I meet, the road I'm taking... where will it lead me? Will it be enough to succeed? Will I plummet into failure?
Who will I keep with me? Who will I let go when the time calls for it? Am I prepared to meet my Maker... have I done enough things in this life worth carrying some sort of legacy? Will I be remembered? Will I be forgotten?
What is my purpose...? What is my calling...? Who am I being called to...? What am I being called to do...? Where will I find
happiness?

...
It was
one of the easiest questions I could've ever been asked.
But I could've answered it
in so, so many different ways.

'ey. Thanks a lot for stopping by. Feel free to stop by again, year?
And when you've got the time, don't forget to ask yourself... and answer it honestly and truthfully:

なにかんがえてるんですか？

ヾ( ´ー｀)
-"nifanatic" ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-10922035697.html Mon, 13 Jun 2011 13:01:59 +0900

I start my journey alone.

A long, winding trail.
Mountains.
The wind at my back.

All I have left is nothing... Nothing? I guess so. I can't think straight anymore.

All I have on my mind is... a red vengeance.
I want to see it spill blood.
I want to hear it cry out in pain.
I want to see its arms flail, its mouth foam, its eyes roll to the back of its head.
I want to hear it scream for mercy, a mercy I will not understand. Remorse? Is not apart of my acting dictionary. Forgiveness? What is that. Compassion is for the weak. I understand this now.
But I must admit, I want to give it something back.
I want to return to it what it did to me and my family... Return this pain in my heart, the burning anger in my soul... I want to return it. Return it all.

I must

avenge

that whom I have no longer.

* * *

What was I thinking.

I reach the top of the canyon... I am tired. I am so tired. But I feel I have so much energy left to give... So much hate. My mind swirls in this pool of anger. Rationality is nothing to me. And yet, why do I feel... so much fear?
This fear... It wasn't there before. Not at the foot of the mountain... at the foot of her grave.

And yet

...why
IS it there?

I try not to care. I pretend as hard as I can not to care.
Adrenaline pumping in my veins, I lunge forward, I try to attack its heart, just as it did mine. As it did my mother's.

But, its eyes... They watch me, almost curiously, without any sort of hesitation. This was my friend. My friend... now a monster... What did I ever do to you? it cries out to me. We had so much fun. Why can't things be like they were before. I didn't want to be like this. This isn't me. Please stop. We're friends, Claus, we're friends...

Right?

I suffer a moment of human weakness, and it counters with its tiny metal tail. I can hear, feel, my bones break, my ribs snap, as I ricochet off into the mountainside. What a hit... My shoe fell off somewhere back there...

It's not done.
It stampedes toward me.
I can feel the fear rising in my chest, even as I go temporarily deaf, temporarily blind, losing touch with reality... I can feel the beat of its feet tear at the ground, just as I did when I stormed the canyon...

I drop my weapon as it uses its head as a battering ram; yet again, I find myself against the wall of the canyon. I fall to the ground. It repeats the attack. The mountain, the sky, the ground...

I pray for darkness to smother me as it picks me up with its teeth, tearing away at my soft flesh, shattering the remnants of my innocence, grinding my bones with dozens of knives, twisting me like a rag doll. It lurches its head, and I find myself in a deeper part of the canyon.
One of my arms is missing.

My friend cries out to me. It wants to play more, but now it cannot reach me... I was tossed into a crevice not even it could reach now.

A blanket of blood keeps me warm from the cold shadows of the canyon. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel anything... No pain, no fear, no hatred. I was... nothing? Probably not, but that's how I felt as I lay dying.
Dying... again.

Was this how my mother felt?
So... helpless... empty... broken.

My father calls for my name in the distance.
He faces my friend in combat... He prevails where I so hopelessly failed...

Where is my brother.
All of a sudden all I want to do is see him again.
I want to tell him how much I love him, even if he is a coward, and I can push him around when I want, and he never cared sometimes. He was my best friend, and he understood how much mother meant to me, and to us all.
Why aren't you here like you always are?
Why can I see your face so clearly? Your curly blonde hair, your striped shirt, your blushing face...
It all hurts, Lucas. It all hurts so much now.

Now I know... I always had everything... Now all I have left is nothing.

I end my journey alone.



-"nifanatic"
。(´д｀lll)

(07/02/2010) ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-10921703605.html Mon, 13 Jun 2011 00:33:43 +0900 changes people?
What causes a person to alter who they are, to modify their very personality?
What is the motivation... what is the drive?

I call myself an observer. Saying how I've become a different person. Giving my insight on the lack of inspiration people have. Claiming that the people I know and love, have failed to
change.

And yet...

I feel I am constantly disproven...

turned into a hypocrite of my own words.
Such karma never fails me.
My eyes are blinded by my own ignorance, stupidity, immaturity... the list just goes on and on. It's no wonder I'm always falling flat on my face...

I expect people to change for me. But for what purpose? To cater to my own little piece of the universe? To make my life easier? Is everything I say, for the benefit of myself? Of course not. I worry for the well-being of family and friends alike. If there is advice I can give, or things I see that can be altered, I try and say something. Give a piece of my mind, so to speak.
And yet, with these people going out of their way to change themselves... what do I do with me?
Nothing...
I do nothing in return.

There are boundaries to many things. Some boundaries are better left uncrossed. And if you see someone approaching or tampering with those boundaries... you'd say something, right? You wouldn't want them to play in a potential minefield. Even if every mine is a dud, you wouldn't want to risk them getting hurt -- or worse.
And yet, here you are, telling them what to do, telling them how to change... and when the time comes when you're out frolicking in a neighboring minefield... don't you think it's time you stopped and asked yourself,
"Maybe it's about time I changed for them"?

Don't go saying people don't have the capacity to change
when they do
and you end up being the one not taking your own advice.

...

There are times when people will ask of us things... favors... give us tips, on how we should act, what we should do. Things we should follow, for our own sakes, for our own benefit.
But sometimes we have to find out those things for ourselves, and make the appropriate changes on our own.

...I gotta sleep more.

Take it easy, year? And feel free to stop by again sometime! I should be a little more coherent by then. ヾ( ´ー｀)

-"nifanatic" ]]> https://ameblo.jp/nifanatic/entry-10920900661.html Sun, 12 Jun 2011 10:52:55 +0900 important matters of life.
Such as the kinds of things I look for in a girl. My tastes in what I look for have changed over the years. Not dramatically, only slightly.

It started off simple: I want a shy girl. Easy, right? I'm sure there are plenty out there who prefer to cling to their books and homework versus hang out with friends and party hard. Being able to love someone like that, what would I need to worry about from her?

As time went on, more things began to add onto that list. A shy girl would be nice, but what about a shy girl who actually needs me? A girl who can trust me, one who has no shame in sharing with me anything and everything. If there were something on her mind, I would love to hear it. I want her to be open. Why would she need to keep secrets from me, especially ones that may be troubling her? There's a saying to that... "a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved." To be able to worry for her, would be the greatest privilege for me.

Simple enough characteristics. But what about looks? What is it I seek when it comes to the physical?

To be honest, I've always been a very flexible person with women's looks. Large, skinny, tall, short, hair to her toes, tomboy-styled, whether she has physical ailments or happens to be worthy of being some model. I don't like to shut any windows.
Though... I have to be honest, I've never been too big on make-up. Why do you try to be beautiful, when you already are? Have you ever seen a girl when she first wakes up in the morning... hair messed, eyes in a daze, mind half there, body lazy and tired? While eyeliner and powdered blush are great, especially during special occasions... it's that natural beauty -- no false masks, not trying to hide anything, being open with the way she looks -- that I want to wake up to every morning.

If there is one thing I want my girl to have, it's to have a smile. To see her smile... it's one of the most beautiful things that could be given to me. No words, no gifts, no other gestures needed... just
smiling.
...Well, that, and eyes, they're remarkable, too. (≧▽≦);;

I'm pretty tired at the moment, so I apologize if I sound incoherent or flip around on this subject. It was something that I hadn't thought of in a long time, not until about the night before or so. Figured it wouldn't hurt to give it another mental spin. There are probably a lot of things I didn't cover, or simply forgot to add, but I guess to summarize it all, I'm not THAT picky. XD

I'm not the dreamiest guy in the world. I have my share of flaws, and there are many things I've done that I'm not proud of. To be given someone so special, well, that would truly be a blessing to me. I take great pride in being able to share with others a person I've been given, however long I may have her for. And I feel no shame in being able to share with her anything about myself. Because shewould be my gift.

Haha... I don't even know where I was going to go with this, honest.

Oy, take it easy there, year?
And keep smiling. (:

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