This is the first house I buil in second life
This is a giant ramp that James B and I made for our car
This is the island after we finished building
This is the second room I made when I knew how to do textures better
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
My rotating helix
The lesson where we had to use a rotating script to make something rotate.
At first I wanted to make the rotating snake statue from Ninja Gaiden but it was too tricky.
At first I wanted to make the rotating snake statue from Ninja Gaiden but it was too tricky.
I cant find a pic of it for the blog but basically it's two snakes curled around each other and facing each other with orbs floating and orbiting inside their coil.
So I settled for making a helix from the human genome, or animal, I think everyone has them.
It is an animated gif, but it's not looped. (sorry) but if you view it in it's own window and keep refreshing it'll animate
Shirt Designs
The other day we had to upload t-shirts. I had done this before but I uploaded two other shirts and probably broke some copyright laws while doing it.
Who doesn't love Ghostbusters
Bowser Jr from Yoshi Island
My FBI Shirt
Story
Dear Chloe.I fear my days are numbered in this vile city.
Each day starts in the same grooling way. Loud sirens from the refineries echo from miles away but still manage to wake everyone in my apartment block followed by a wave of obnoxious heat that strips the paint off all the surrounding, already tarnished walls.
I can barely shower in the morning due to our level 20 water restrictions. Lord Mayor Williams So, the descendant of John So, has installed new water saving technology. Pumps that refine septic water into a drinkable substance, but I wouldn’t really call it water. He also upgraded water meters to be able to switch off my usage of what little usage we’re allowed.
Not only are the trains so packed you can barely move, they don’t stop, and I have to jump out at my station and prey for a safe landing. When I make my way towards the exit I’m bombarded with these new machines that the were created by merchants to sell their wares, but have gone corrupt and are now so pushy that they box you in and you can’t get out. I’m so sick of being offered a mix of condoms and clams.
When I finally make it outside alive I have to cross the Yarra, which is a task in its own. All the old bridges are now made of some weird light substance that turns on and off at a flick of a switch. Well if only they responded to our input, but it’s more like they do it when they like, as if the bridges have a mind of its own. About 6 times out of ten I’m crossing a bridge and it turns off.
If I’m unlucky enough to fall off, I’m welcomed by cold and repulsive stench and substance that almost glues to my body. While swimming down stream to get to the bank, as there are no ladders to pull yourself up and out, I have to avoid the giant cyborg squid that has made the Yarra its home. I remember one instance that it grabbed my ankle and dragged me under. I found the courage to open my eyes in the dark and dank liquid only to see it’s many limbs hanging onto dead patrons and large objects like trams and rubbish bins.
I somehow managed to find one of the cyborgs remaining organic eye and gave it a nasty jab with the knife that I carry for self protection.
When I’m finish cheating death and have crossed the Yarra, I stroll casually into
work. I still can’t believe what I’m forced into doing for a living, I have to build and maintain those crazy sprooking robots that attack passengers on the train platforms.
Each day starts in the same grooling way. Loud sirens from the refineries echo from miles away but still manage to wake everyone in my apartment block followed by a wave of obnoxious heat that strips the paint off all the surrounding, already tarnished walls.
I can barely shower in the morning due to our level 20 water restrictions. Lord Mayor Williams So, the descendant of John So, has installed new water saving technology. Pumps that refine septic water into a drinkable substance, but I wouldn’t really call it water. He also upgraded water meters to be able to switch off my usage of what little usage we’re allowed.
Not only are the trains so packed you can barely move, they don’t stop, and I have to jump out at my station and prey for a safe landing. When I make my way towards the exit I’m bombarded with these new machines that the were created by merchants to sell their wares, but have gone corrupt and are now so pushy that they box you in and you can’t get out. I’m so sick of being offered a mix of condoms and clams.
When I finally make it outside alive I have to cross the Yarra, which is a task in its own. All the old bridges are now made of some weird light substance that turns on and off at a flick of a switch. Well if only they responded to our input, but it’s more like they do it when they like, as if the bridges have a mind of its own. About 6 times out of ten I’m crossing a bridge and it turns off.
If I’m unlucky enough to fall off, I’m welcomed by cold and repulsive stench and substance that almost glues to my body. While swimming down stream to get to the bank, as there are no ladders to pull yourself up and out, I have to avoid the giant cyborg squid that has made the Yarra its home. I remember one instance that it grabbed my ankle and dragged me under. I found the courage to open my eyes in the dark and dank liquid only to see it’s many limbs hanging onto dead patrons and large objects like trams and rubbish bins.
I somehow managed to find one of the cyborgs remaining organic eye and gave it a nasty jab with the knife that I carry for self protection.
When I’m finish cheating death and have crossed the Yarra, I stroll casually into
work. I still can’t believe what I’m forced into doing for a living, I have to build and maintain those crazy sprooking robots that attack passengers on the train platforms.
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