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detroitbecomeonline · 1 year

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DBH MODDING (9) - MISTAKES WITH MAP SWAPS & MORE TEXTURES

Hello everyone and

Dear Diary

Welcome to this mod diary! In case you missed it, here is my last entry. I had a long break from modding because I went on a road trip with my fiancé. It's currently 24/02/23 and I was hesitant to get back into modding because it takes a LOT of brain power, but in the wise words of Bryan Dechart: "Just care less."

Unfortunately in this entry, I don't have a lot of info to share, but I have some crap that may be useful!

I'll organise my mod diaries a little more so that they're easier to comprehend. I will now keep a list of links at the end of my mod diaries so that they're easy to access.

TOPIC ONE: Map swaps.

I wanted to get into map swaps, so the learning began. Just to recap what Kayla (the legend herself) told me:

"Map swapping is only achievable with hex editing."

"Find and swap out the bytes of those maps."

"In HxD you can simply filter maps/models by name."

"[Filter] out other codes unrelated to maps by typing the name of a map (for example Eden Club) into the hex editor’s search function."

"Outfit swaps work similar to swapping maps with HxD."

BigFile.dat contains some outfits and handbags.

(This is all paraphrased.)

At the start, I immediately tested searching "Eden Club" in the .dat file.

Yup, it works. If you search "Partners", nothing comes up, but I remembered something I stumbled upon in my adventures. It's saves and checkpoints, and in there had what I believe are the original names for the saves and therefore the maps. The list for this is on the left, and on the right is the list for map variations due to character choices (including the directory at the top):

My goal is to swap the Hostage map over with A New Home.

(.dat) Hostage - 48 6F 73 74 61 67 65 (.dat) Todd house - 54 6F 64 64 20 68 6F 75 73 65

I thought these would be the data containers for the maps, but they are not. Maybe I needed to make multiple data containers from the Detroit Tool invisible? I asked Kayla for more details and learned that mucking around with maps requires only the hex editor. Here is the Ask.

I started to look into reverse engineering. I included some extra links at the end of the entry. Here is a YouTube video I skipped through to start my research.

So I tested a swap in the .dat file and obviously, it did not work. I need the codes. I cannot get the codes without reverse engineering. I am not up to the stage of learning reverse engineering. I don't even know a programming language. (Not that I don't plan to learn, of course.)

In the end, I express my difficulty to the modding community, and dragonbane0 said it was okay for Jamie to release the codes! We're just waiting for a write-up for the instructions (which she may post herself, I actually don't know). So hopefully next entry there will be the instructions or a link to the instructions.

TOPIC 2: Textures and texture maps.

Remember these pics from my second mod diary entry?

The "RGB" maps as I nicknamed them are actually called specular maps. It indeed has to do with the shininess of the material. Usually, a specmap is black and white. Any game can store texture data however they want, and in DBH's case, the logic reads the "RGB" specmaps because that's how the channel data gets stored.

My next move with a different texture map was to do with the roughness of Upgraded Connor's jeans. I want to make them look relatively smooth like work slacks.

I got stuck because the image format was in DX10 and I can't export DX10 from GIMP.

I proceeded to download some plugins that I thought would fix my problem. They didn't, but this is generally helpful anyway. How to install plugins.Plugin download landing page.

I asked modders about it, and Auguris said that the Tool will accept DX1 format. So I was like ok ok ok

NEVER MIND. LMAO. Somehow it doesn't read the image properly. There would be ways to get around it, but right now I don't care enough to try. Low on the list of priorities.

Anyway, so after checking out the normal map stuff on GIMP, I realised (yes, I'm an idiot) that I could edit and import any normal map. So I tried editing the material on the back of the RK900's jacket, and I made it smooth. Basically, you can edit normal maps exactly like any other colour map, it just translates the data differently.

If anyone has any questions about anything in this entry, feel free to contact me and I'll include answers in my next one. <3

~ Trinity

Summary:

Map swapping is only achievable with hex editing by finding and swapping out the bytes of those maps.

The red-green-blue maps are called specular maps.

The Tool will take the DX1 image format in place of a DX10, but it will be broken.

Links in this entry:

YouTube video: 'How to reverse engineer your favourite game'

Map swap ask answer from Kayla

gimp-dds download landing page

YouTube video: How to install Gimp2 8, DDS Plugin, and the Normal Map Plugin

Bonus stuff I found:

YouTube video: 'Download and Install GIMP Resynthesizer Plugin for Windows 2022'

The Cutting Room Floor (mod info for other games)

Ghidra download landing page

P.S. I'm wishy-washy when it comes to tagging people in my posts, so if you see your name and want to be tagged please let me know... Because I think all my tagging would be super annoying lol

#dbh #detroit become human #modding dbh #connor rk800 #mine #mymoddiary #nines rk900 #rk900

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humansbgone · 2 years

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(This is content for Humans-B-Gone!, a sci-fi series about giant bugs. Watch it on YouTube here: https://youtube.com/c/humansbgone )

A special treat this week: A behind-the-scenes! Someone had wanted to know how I do backgrounds, so here's how I did this one.

Even though the characters are cg models, it's not practical to model background elements unless they're animated or the characters actually need to interact with them. Besides that, I'm going for a traditional cel-shaded look with the aesthetic, so I like the way painted backgrounds look better as a rule. So, I've taken a leaf from old movies and will basically do painted mattes for backgrounds. (Doing models for characters and hand drawing for backgrounds is a little inverse of how these things are usually done, but since my backgrounds are squishy organic plants and my characters are bugs with rigid exoskeletons, it works out better this way!)

Usually, I can get by with making backgrounds just textures on flat planes in front of or behind characters (or add them later in compositing), so basically like painted cels floating in a 3d space. However, when the camera moves, parallaxing flat planes alone isn't enough to cut it. This is especially the case when a character is standing on a background. Not only will the flatness of the background stand out with a character in front of it, but if the background isn't close enough to their feet, they'll look like they're drifting in space over it!

So, for shots like this one, I'll compromise and make a very simple mesh with the background texture projected on it. Here's what this background looks like from another angle:

Now, let's see how I did it!

You can see that the mesh it's projected on is very simple, no raised parts or actual lighting--just the lighting from the painting itself. Additionally, the doors and "roof" above them are still flat planes. Hopefully, the flatness doesn't stand out too much in the final camera angle!

To make this background, I started off with a mock-up in Grease Pencil. This is a tool in Blender, the 3d modeling program I use, which lets you basically draw in a 3d space. This was very, very rough, and done just to figure out camera angles and animation (the doors have a one-frame opening animation, and the spider stand-in moves forward):

Next, I brought in Rose's model, and made simple cubes for the doors. The doors were set up with a simple rig, so that when I made the final doors I could still use the rig's animation. (Rose looks kind of weird because *all* her facial parts are in place at once--usually the bag under her eyes or the cheeks are used separately, and you'd only see an eyebrow furrow for the side of the eyebrow facing away from us. Also, her abdomen hair hasn't been rotated to match the camera angle, and I didn't turn on the solidify modifier for her line art.)

After I'd established the key frames for Rose's movements, I made a *very* rough background, just so I could set up the basic mesh and make sure the camera angle looked right. The textures were cobbled together from existing backgrounds--the pink backdrop is from an earlier shot in this episode, the big roots were taken from the roots the roach walks in front of in episode one, and the doors were made from the roots the soldiers are standing on in the the "Pest Control" promo!

Here's what it looks like without the textures and with vertices visible. You can also see the rig for the doors, and for Rose herself!

Once I'd finalized the animation, I decided it was time to finally finish the background. (Normally I try to get these done after I've established key poses instead of waiting for the whole animation to be finished, but there were so many backgrounds with such fiddly camera angles that I dragged my feet on it this time.) The meshes had to be tweaked a little, but mostly it was just a lot of painting, which didn't take too long.

In case you were wondering, here's what the image files for the background textures look like on their own:

I hope this was a fun look at the way I do things. Maybe it'll even help you with projects of your own!

Be sure to let me know if you'd like to see more behind-the-scenes stuff like this in the future!

As for the progress update--making good time! All animation is finally done, and now I'm working on backgrounds like the one you've just seen! This was one of three big, intimidating backgrounds with complex parts. Once the other two are out of the way, the remaining backgrounds will be much simpler and can be mostly marathoned. If all goes well, I'd give an estimate of just another two weeks until episode two's release!

#humansbgone #humans b gone #3d #background #painting #behind-the-scenes #animation #tarantula #spider #rose

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

Chapter 3: Fall from Grace

full masterlist // series masterlist

Pairings: dark!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 3,639

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, stalking, slight bondage. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: after the death of your mother, you decided that you were going to do something new to honor her. You chose a perfect camping spot somewhere down South. You thought it was going to be the life-changing vacation that you never had in your life, until Steve Rogers, a man existed in roughness and control all his life, found you.

a/n: chapter three is here!! they are finally going to start their festive, but steve is gentle enough to at least take things slow. things will grow more extreme in future chapters and i hope you’re ready for that. for now, let’s just enjoy, (lowkey) altruistic steve, yeah? enjoy! please leave a like and comment.

The next morning, you were woken up by a gentle caress on your hair, with a pair of striking blue eyes greeting you. Not that you had any clue whether it was actually morning. It could've been 3 PM in the afternoon for all you know, but the man before you; Steve Rogers, as he declared his name last night, confirmed it by rolling the words on his lips; "good morning."

You tried to sit up, but you remember that you were still bound in place since last night. He sat by the side of the bed, and he asked; "did you sleep well last night?" You didn't know how to answer that, so you nodded aversely. He smiled, not the menacing smirk that he displayed several times last night, but a suave one, like he was gratified by your sated rejoinder.

"I brought breakfast. You must be starving." You turned your head to your right side and a saw a small table standing next to you, containing a plate filled with scrambled eggs and bacon, the smell was so mouthwatering that your stomach grumbled at the absence.

You whined and pulled your hands scantily, hoping that it was enough to send him the message. "Oh shit, sorry." He made light of the situation and he moved slightly forward to uncuff you. You sat up and tried to take off the gag but he abruptly blocked your hands from proceeding any further.

"Let me do it." It was supposed to sound thoughtful as if he was lending a helping hand, but the glare in his eyes expunged the sentiment away for what he acutely implied was; "you don't get to make that decision of your own, little girl."

So you let loose your hands and yield into him to perform the task instead. You never cherished your freedom more than at that moment. You instantly contorted your body and grabbed the plate. You ate like you were a famished vagrant. You moaned at how succulent the meal is.

You ate in silence and he just sat there as he watched you gobbled up your food. The sound of the room was only generated from the clinking sounds of the metal fork hitting the silver platter.

When you were repleted, you put down down the dish and you drank the glass of warm vanilla milk on the tray. You gulped half of the glass and put it back on the tray. You didn't realize the remaining splotch of the milk had stained your upper lip milky white.

Steve cleaned it with the stroke of his thumb tenderly and he wiped it on his jeans. He didn't waste any second longer as he spoke up; "today, we are going to start our training. We'll go over the rules and learn the basics. We will see how much we can wrap today, and then we'll carry on tomorrow."

He got on his feet and picked up the tray from the small table, and he continued, "while I prep, you can take a shower."

Take a shower? Does this mean he was going to take you upstairs and let you use his bathroom? That's a good start, maybe, you might find a way to escape through the window or scream for help.

But your vision was cut short by his next instructions. He pointed at the direction of the staircase, but not specifically at it, but rather towards something underneath it; "you see that door over there? It's the bathroom. You can shower there."

You hadn't noticed that door before until it was pointed out. You had only been here for, you assumed, less than 24 hours, there were a lot of things you had yet to discover. After all, your first night here was restricted; you were bound on all fours and the dimmed bulb on the ceiling could only provide so much.

"I'll give you an hour to be ready for me. I expect you to be all cleaned and fragrant when I come back." He leaned down to your level and spoke composedly. "When I'm back, I want you on your knees, with your hands placed neatly on your thighs and your chin down to the ground, understood?"

You nodded. Ever since you got here, it seems like you had lost your ability to form a sentence, you could mumble a few primary words, but you still felt so caged inside despite not being restrained any longer.

"Words, sweet girl. I want you to use your words."

"Yes."

He raised his eyebrows and made a questioning look, you didn't seem to get to hint, so he proceeded; "yes what?"

Your brain quickly recalls last night's events, where he told you that you may call him sir at "certain times" and you immediately knew that this was the moment he implied.

"Yes... Sir." With that, you earned a murderous smirk on his face as if he was amused by the way the sound of the epithet rolled off your lips.

"Good girl. I'll see you later." He left a kiss on your forehead and fled; passing the staircase, off he go.

You folded your knees and tucked them under your chin. What kind of rules was he planning to go over with you? Is he ever going to let you go? And most importantly, are you truly safe with him?

Steve took off from the basement and locked the door behind him. He was amused by how obedient y/n had been so far, he quickly learnt how naive and innocent you were. He was going to have it easy when it comes to molding you into his favorite possession. The girl he had fantasized about for months; you were nearly there. You just needed a little more disciplinaries.

He calculated in head that in a few weeks, you were going to be innately capable of performing his orders. If he wanted you on all fours, with your head pressed down on the mattress and your hands tied tidily on your back, as he pounds vigorously into you, then you were going to do so, with only a single cue.

Yeah, he'll get you there. He just needed patience and perseverance.

He stripped himself off his navy blue plaid shirt and his worn-out jeans. He also pulled down his boxer and put them into the dirty laundry basket as his lengthy cock sprung free. It wobbled as he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the lights; the rustic interior came into view. There was a single, broad rectangular mirror on his right side, over the Pecan brown ceramic sink. The tile that topped the cabinet sink resembled the colour of its owner's hair; deep brunette brown.

On the left side, there was a single wooden framed window that was shut due to the windy weather that caused the fallen leaves of the trees to enter his cabin uninvited.

He diverted the shower curtains and climbed into the giant bathtub. He swiveled the shower faucet and let the warm water wash over him. His thoughts migrated to his discoveries last night. He had stolen her phone and her other personal things and stash them in the top racks of his closet.

While she was unconscious, she pressed her button onto the fingerprint passlock, and the screen lit up, displaying all of the menu icons. He looked through all of her social media one by one; her text messages, her Instagram, Facebook, emails, Youtube history, Google history, Google Play Books, and even her Amazon search list. He thoroughly scrolled through every app on her phone he could find, to dig deeper into her personal background.

From what he discovered, he hadn't learned much except; she was a nerd, the number of books she had yet to finish explained that much. Her history search revealed nothing much more than juvenile information, and the most recent ones were camping related info. She was on social media, but she didn't seem to have that many interactions cramming up her notifications. Her emails and text messages mostly consisted of professional matters with her, what he assumed, were her co-workers.

He also read several unanswered texts, saying sentimental things, such as; "I'm truly sorry for your loss." "I'll be here if you need me, call me soon!" "Do you need a friend? I can come over anytime! :)" "She was such a wonderful human being, she's in a better place now." "Stay strong, okay? Thinking about you here."

That made him curious. Why didn't she answer these well-intend messages? Who was this "wonderful human being" her acquaintance talked about? He didn't dwell on those futile questions for too long, he could ask her about it later, but now, he just wanted to learn more about his girl.

He clicked on the gallery icon and there was only a single file. He unfolded it, and the file revealed pictures that she took from the woods; the river, the trees, the scenery, etc. Then as he scrolled down further, pictures of an older woman surfaced. The older woman slightly resembled her. They both have the same eyes and that warm demeanor. Some pictures showed she was in a hospital bed, clad in a hospital gown. She looked pale and frail. He put the math together and concluded that this might be her mother, and that she was ill.

But her peer or whoever the hell that was, texted that she was in a better place now? Does that mean she was deceased? Is that why she came here all alone? To get away from her thoughts?

He'll learn the answers tomorrow, when she's awake, and when she's willing to talk.

After about an hour browsing through her phone, he decided that he had found enough. He decided to delete all her social media accounts and discarded her SIM card and the battery. Then he turned off the device and stash it back to where all her personal belongings were stored.

After he showered under the warm water and cleaned himself enough, he turned off the faucet and stepped out of the bathtub. He dried off his damp hair as he stared into the mirror, acknowledging his God-like, well-defined figure. His chiseled abs and bulky chest that could bring anyone in his way to their knees. He trimmed his unkempt beard just enough to keep it presentable. He brushed his hair until he was satisfied with how dashing he looks.

He stepped out into his room and searched through his wardrobe. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and put it on. He didn't even bother putting on a boxer or briefs, for he knew it would go futile anyway. Nor did he bother putting on a shirt. So he walked into his basement, where his girl was kept; shirtless, and eager.

Let the games begin...

The warm water washing over you felt pleasant on your skin. You took your time in cleaning yourself up, as your minds keep drifting to the last 24 hours. Still, the remaining questions in your head were; where the hell were you? who the hell was this man? what the hell did he want from you?

You squeezed the bottle of the shampoo onto your hand and you messaged your scalp smoothly despite your restless thoughts. You had walked into the bathroom fifteen minutes earlier, and saw how complete the bathroom was.

It wasn't much, there was a single toilet and a roll of tissue glued around a wall-mounted tissue holder beside it. You also found many feminine toiletries such as; coconut shampoo, lavender body wash, vanilla-scented lotion, deodorant, toothbrush & toothpaste, razor, blades, shaving lubricant, soap bar, and nail clippers.

In the tiny cabinet sink, there were a few white towels and washcloths. Inside the drawer, there were a few tampons and pads. You truly felt like you were a special guest at a fancy hotel. The cramped bathroom was even a lot neater compared to your own in your apartment.

It makes you wonder... Did he plan all of this? If he did, how long had he been planning for this? Your own questions rose the shivers down your spine. You decided to shake it all away and stepped into the tight space behind the curtains.

You turned on the faucet and let the warm water stream over your skin.

After you were finished, you wrapped one of the towels in the cabinet, around your body. You used it to dry off your face and your hair, then you walked out to the room. You were glad that he hadn't come back yet, so it gave you enough time to get ready.

How... exactly were you going to get ready? You just realized he didn't provide you any clothes or undergarments. So you sat in your bed, still clothed in the towel until you were ready to follow his instructions.

You weren't ready to find out what he meant by "there will be punishments" as he casually stated last night, so you dropped the towel off your body and hung it on the hook behind the bathroom door.

You heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps and you sprinted to the center of the room and knelt. You placed your hands neatly on your thighs as he instructed with your head down, not wanting to stare at his face. Despite it was part of his orders, you were also fearful of gazing into this man's eyes.

The sound of the door opening reverberated through the room, and your hands shook despite being perfectly still on your thighs. Your lips trembled at the mighty presence making a grand entrance. The sound of the approaching footsteps grew harsher and in seconds, a pair of black mudded boots covered feet came into view.

"You listened to my orders well... Good. We are off to a good start. Alright, let's begin our lesson today. You can look up now."

You lifted your head to look at his face, and you trembled. Seeing this man from down here hit you differently. He was majestic in every possible way. You didn't know whether that made you feel safer or even more terrified. He was leaning on a small table pressed to the wall behind him, his hands holding his bodybuilder figure.

"First, I want you to address me as sir when we are engaged in sexual intercourse. You have learned my name but it doesn't mean you can call me by my first name whenever you like."

"Second, I don't wanna hear you talk unless I address you first. If you absolutely need to, you may raise your hand to let me know. The only thing that I wanna hear from that mouth is your compliance, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Third," his eyes darkened. There wasn't a hint of emotions on his face, nothing but stone-cold, hard-rock sobriety. Like a supreme commander, commanding his subordinates. "I expect you to submit to me, fully. Your body and your mind belong to me now. I am in control of the way it works and I am free to choose whatever I want to do to you. No refusal, no recalcitrance, no inquiry. Trust me, the less you resist, the easier this will be."

You were stiffened in place, cemented on spot. He demanded complete submission; a person you had never come across before, the pieces of equipment that were foreign to you, a territory you never had the slightest bit of idea existed... You were forced to yield and accommodate yourself into it. You bit the insides of your cheek to forestall the tears. He already had you impotent, like a wounded animal succumbing to its injuries. Resistance would be vain now. So you let him take the wheel. Even if it means, your temple would be driven by him.

Maybe... Just maybe, after you've pleased him enough by letting him get a grip of you, he might let his guard down and you might even find a way to escape.

But not now, you must work to earn his trust first. You just needed to brace yourself and have self-control. This man promised you that he wasn't going to hurt you, after all, maybe in exchange for a few sexual favors, you might obtain your freedom.

So you entertained him, by saying his two favorite words. "Yes, sir."

"Alright. Now, get on the bed and lay on all fours, like you did last night."

You got on your feet and walked slowly to the mattress. It wasn't a comfortable one. It only had one pillow and not a duvet. It made you miss your own bed dearly.

You laid on the bed, seeking the most comfortable position, despite nothing that would actually make that much difference. You were still placed in the center of the bed, with your head on the pillow.

Steve followed you behind, and he restrained you again to the corners of the bed. He got on top of you, caging your hips with his knees.

"Today, I'm going to teach you how it feels to cum. Fall apart as you give into pleasure... You're never going to be the same once I'm done with you."

He started with nipping the sensitive spot of your neck, followed by the soft caress of his fingers, slowly moving down to your lip, circling around the bud, as he began to collect the wetness there. He moved his head down to your breasts, as he sucked your left nipple with his lips. The feeling overwhelmed you, you had never done this with any man before.

To say you were inexperienced would be an understatement. You had never dated anyone, let alone sleep with one. Your thoughts were jumbled with the sensation, you wanted to push him away, but you were bound in spot, your brain is telling you to tell him to stop, but you couldn't.

His mouth is taking its sweet time, moistening your nipple, as the finger on your bud didn't stop, but rather going faster, rubbing you up and down, that elicited a faint moan from you. What is he doing? What is this feeling? You didn't know. But you let yourself get lost in the moment. Thrilled to let him enlighten you.

He released your nipple with a loud pop and he continued his wrongdoing, by moving down to your most sensitive area. He stared at your sweet cunt and unhesitantly dipped his tongue into it. The lewd noises he was making with his mouth was making your head spin; you tried to block him out by sealing your thighs but he hindered you by wrapping his large hands around your thighs so tightly, you thought it might leave a red mark of fingers afterward.

His right-hand retreated to your breasts, to pinch the right nipple that was left ignored earlier. He groped you so fiercely that you shrieked from the pain. You shifted your head to the side to hide your pleasure, not noticing that his fingers had released your nipple to shove them inside you.

You threw your head back from the sudden intrusion. Your body felt electrified. The sensation was extraordinary. Him pleasuring you with his tongue was one thing, but his fingers stroking the sensitive spot inside you made you forget the dreary situation you were currently trapped in.

You lifted your head to look down at him, trying to figure out what was happening; you could see him engorging you with his eyes shut, as two of his fingers were scissoring inside of you. Your head was misty, and before you know it, your climax had washed over you. The sudden eruption of euphoria shocked you, as you give in to the bliss. You trembled from the unprecedented explosion your body made, as you panted harshly, ceasing you from moving.

Steve was exultant by his work, how he knew he had successfully taken the first step of breaking down your wall. How he managed to inoculate your brain with pleasure. His mouth and fingers had triumphantly turned you into an incoherent, cum-drunk mess, that you didn't even try to fight or resist him. It would be so much easier to mold you to a more advanced doll now.

He reached to your eye level and caged your head once more with his hands, as he alerted you from your post-cum bliss; "when was the last time you ever came that hard?"

You opened your mouth, with still uneven breathing, and answered; "I- I never..."

He squinted his eyes at you with a puzzled look. "You never what?"

You shuddered, cautious to not provoke him; “I never... Never done that before.”

You were comfortable with being inexperienced, until now. Until this dangerous man, who had just violated you began to interrogate your personal life; what if your celibacy incensed him because you weren't exactly what he was looking for? What he instead of releasing you, he decided to murder you and bury your body in his backyard?

He sat back, between your spread, cum-drenched thighs, and incredulously asked; "you are a virgin?"

You nodded dubiously. You broke off the gaze on his eyes, to look at the rustic wall shielding you from the world. Then his hand grabbed your chin to your move head back so that you were looking at him again; "hey, it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You are here so I could train you. We've got all the time in the world."

You didn't know how you should react to that; should you smile because of the fact that he wasn't going to murder you? Or should that frighten you instead because that means, one way or another, he was going to corrupt your innocence, and there's nothing you can do about it...

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omniversalobservations · 6 years

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Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II (2010)

Guybrush Threepkiller was a dual-lightsaber-wielding Human male who lived during the reign of the Galactic Empire, before the year 1 BBY. He had blond hair, fair skin, and wore black armor with black boots. The bridge city of Tarko-se on the planet of Cato Neimoidia contained golden statues of Threepkiller in one of the rooms of the city's Western Arch.

Behind the scenes Guybrush Threepkiller appears as an easter egg in the LucasArts video game Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II, which was released on October 26, 2010. He is one of many skins that the player can unlock for Starkiller, the playable character in the game. The skin can be unlocked in the room containing the Threepkiller statues in the Western Arch of Tarko-se.

Threepkiller is based on Guybrush Threepwood, the main character in the LucasArts Monkey Island video game series. The first installment in the series, The Secret of Monkey Island, was released in 1990. Threepwood was created by Ron Gilbert, who was also an extra in the 1985 Star Wars movie Ewoks: The Battle for Endor. The name "Guybrush" first came about when artist Steve Purcell saved the character's sprite file in the computer graphics program DPaint as "guybrush.bbm" to indicate that it was the brush file for the then-unnamed "guy." From 1997's The Curse of Monkey Island onward, Threepwood was voiced by actor Dominic Armato, who also did voice-overs in several Star Wars video games.

As stated in the digital art book section of the Starkiller Mimobot, which was included with the Collector's Edition of The Force Unleashed II, Threepkiller was conceived for the game while the design team was looking for new unlockable costumes to add into the product. Although the artists did not think that anyone would take them seriously when they presented the concept art for Threepkiller to the rest of the team, the other members, all Monkey Island fans, agreed to the idea. Although the artists also made concept art for Monkey Island characters Elaine Marley as Juno Eclipse and LeChuck as Darth Vader, Threepkiller was the only one to be added into the game. The artists used bits and pieces of different rough sketches to come up with a Starkiller version of Guybrush Threepwood, whom they also considered naming "Guy Brushkiller" or "Brush Guykiller."

Source: Wookieepedia

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#video games #Star Wars #Monkey Island

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rkhongjoong · 6 years

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▆▆▆▆▆▆ ` NOVEMBER EVALUATIONS ___ 。。。 m o c k i n t e r v i e w

all the trainees he’s ever talked to make the evaluations at the end of the month out to be some sort of horror movie where everyone dies at the end. jinseok thinks otherwise.

especially for this month’s evaluation; an interview is practically what he does best - he gets to talk, and he gets to talk a lot. for someone who is known for his charms and making people smile, considering it’s what landed him in nova’s audition rooms in the first place, he thinks this will be almost easy. he thinks almost, because he’s sure that there will be something up his instructor’s sleeve that will be tricky. it’ll make him think on his toes, but again - jinseok has the charm. he can pull this off.

right?

SO WE HEAR YOU’RE THE BIRD OF PARADISE IN THE ROYAL GARDEN. WHY SUCH AN EXTRAVAGANT FLOWER?

he wouldn’t say the flower is .. extravagant. not when he takes the meaning into account, because it suits him perfectly. perhaps it’s because of the name of the flower itself, or even the bright look of it. still, the way the question is worded doesn’t dissuage him; jinseok rocks in his seat - the picture of perfect energy. “ the bird of paradise is a special flower with a positive energy.” he explains vividly, with bright eyes and a chipper tone. “ it gives you the wings of freedom to go where you please. to find happiness in both successes and failures, because they help you grow. i thought it was a lot like me, so even if it might be ... showy, i think i’m a positive person. i always want to find the happiness in everything.”

YOU GREW UP AS THE CHILD OF SOME LOCAL CELEBRITIES, RIGHT? WHAT WAS THAT LIKE FOR YOU?

" oh, you know already?” that was perhaps the wrong opening line, but jinseok looks pleased nonetheless. royal probably knows a lot more about him than he realizes, but still - he loves to talk about his parents, the way they met and how they came together. it’s the story of how he came to be, how his brother and his sister all grew up in the warmth of parents who loved each other more than anything in the world. how his parents came together and were labelled soulmates by a large number of the viewership on their show. he grins. “ my parents were on this reality dating show awhile back - it wasn’t very popular, so it only had one season but they were the most popular couple. i think it’s my mom’s fault though, she was super cute and really pretty back then. she’s still pretty now, but -” he pauses, wondering if he’s going off on a tangent. “ anyway, they got together and they were known as the only success story of the show.”

now, he thinks. how does he explain his childhood? something so sweet and warm that he wishes he could go back to? “ my sister and my twin, we all ... grew up with people watching us. it wasn’t that weird because we got used to it, but i know some kids have it rough. maybe it’s because my parents weren’t high tier celebs or something, but we were always the favourites in the neighbourhood i guess. it kind of shaped us, you know? having that attention, it molded us and made us into better people. people who wanted to give back, or entertain somehow. so i guess it is an important part of me. i love my parents, and i love who they were and are. they’ve been helping us with our dreams even just by being who they are.”

SO LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR GROUP. LOTS OF FOCUS LIES ON YOU AS THE MOOD MAKER AND THE MAIN RAPPER. HAVE YOU EVER FELT PRESSURED OR TIRED?

pressure? burdened? tired? never heard of her.

of course, he can’t say that aloud without the instructor raising a brow. he’s got to maintain some level of professionalism - this isn’t a youtube video or an insta livestream anymore. “ i wouldn’t say that. there are times when everyone feels a little worn down, but i think that’s when you have to rely on your group to pick you back up. i help to pick everyone up when they’re feeling down, and you know, they can return the favour when i need to rely on them too.”

“ rapping is different. i carry most of that weight because most of our members are better at singing. so i’ve done a lot of work to try and improve myself so that in turn, all of us can show a better side in front of our fans.”

was that okay? too much? he peers at the instructor, but he says nothing in response to him. there’s only just some notes scribbled on his file.

WAS THERE ANYONE IN PARTICULAR YOU LEANED ON DURING YOUR TRAINEE DAYS? MAYBE MEMBERS OF YOUR GROUP OR ANOTHER TRAINEE YOU KNEW FROM SEOCHO?

" i don’t know if you know this but -” and here, he leans in as if he’s whispering conspiratorially. “ one of my very best friends is one of the sphere boys. hong jonghyun - do you know him?” jinseok leans back in his chair, almost sounding pleased with himself. “ before i was signed to royal, he was always trying to help me get an in with baek jiyoung. we even made up a plan to get my headshot slipped under her door.” he jokes, a smile playing wide on his lips and showing all his teeth. “ whenever we’re together, we’re super loud. everyone can tell we’re best friends, and i’m pretty sure we kind of ... take over a room.” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. “ he helped me a lot while i was trying to get scouted, and even after i got signed. i don’t know where i’d be without him.

he pauses - he should think up a story here even if he doesn’t know the royal trainees all that well yet besides jazz. it probably wouldn’t do to make it seem like his [ future ] members hadn’t helped him at all after getting signed. “ as for my members, they were all pretty friendly when i got signed. royal is a really .. tight knit company, even if it takes a long time for most to debut. it means we see a lot of each other and try to stick together. become a family, you know?”

HOW IS YOUR FAMILY TAKING YOUR GROUP’S SUCCESS, KNOWING THAT YOU BROUGHT THE SPOTLIGHT BACK TO THEM?

" well ..” he pauses, struggling for a minute. “ i know my mom doesn’t like cameras.” jinseok scratches his cheek, thinking for a minute. “ she’s gentle hearted, and prefers the quiet but she’s supported me from day one. all of my family has.” the tone is a little different here; it’s almost as if anyone could tell he’s worried about what his future fame would do to his mother. “ but they’re all proud of me, and i think they prepared themselves. my mom and dad have an album signed by all of us in a place of honour in their house.” he laughs, because he knows that will be true no matter what the future will bring. “ i’m sure it will take some getting used to for them .. but i know that they’ll be fine. we’re strong, all of us.”

the instructor’s brow raises as he writes down a few notes. it’s a little unclear as to what he’s thinking, but jinseok is used to neutral expressions from people who are judging him. he dealt with it in his audition, it’s no difference here.

what he doesn’t expect is a quick dismissal with barely a critique or a praise. “ you can go now.” it’s all that’s said.

did he do a good job, or not? jinseok raises his brows in confusion but gets up from his chair, bowing before leaving the room. perhaps it’s because he hasn’t had much experience in regards to everyone else at the company, after only being around for a month. it’s not something to get anxious over though, since jinseok feels he did well - if he did poorly, surely they would have said something to him.

but only time will tell.

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