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L4N-X
Jul 26, 2012 2:35:21 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Jul 26, 2012 2:35:21 GMT -5
(Oh god that does not reflect the actual plot at alllllll except it totally does)
L4N-X is a work in progress radio play by CJ, Ky Give UP, Sharkapult, and yours truly. Currently we haven't recorded anything, but when we do it will be GLORIOUS. This is primarily a labor of love, and anyone who wants to join in can feel free. Hell it started as a joke between me and Ky, and now it's actually real. If you have experience mixing and editing audio, or even want to try voicing a few characters yourself, you're welcome to join in (as long as your ideas don't outright suck. IF YOU FAIL YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED). Everyone already on board is doing multiple jobs...or at least they should be eventually. We're still working out the kinks. The google docs/drive folder is free for everyone to view and can be seen here: tinyurl.com/l4n-x-driveThe folder has important info on the characters, organizations, species, plot, and also has the first two scripts (one of which is still in progress. Mind the mess!).
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L4N-X
Jul 26, 2012 11:50:02 GMT -5
Post by CJ on Jul 26, 2012 11:50:02 GMT -5
Who is that horrible sounding person in the beginning of the video? Gosh, he or she sounds turrible.
I hope this thing really takes off. I hope to buy a quality microphone soon.
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L4N-X
Jul 27, 2012 19:01:59 GMT -5
Post by crocoduck on Jul 27, 2012 19:01:59 GMT -5
I could try voicing perhaps, but that's as useful as i can be probably.
and omg, A) that animation was awesome and B) great voice overs, guys.
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L4N-X
Aug 3, 2012 4:38:59 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 3, 2012 4:38:59 GMT -5
Finally finished the first draft for episode one. Please read and give your thoughts, guys. If you feel lost, make sure to check out the character bios and episode 0 (named as such mostly because it's much shorter than what I hope the average episode will be). If you still feel lost...well then I guess I'll have to fix that in the second draft.
Also if anyone would like to audition for specific characters, none of the roles are set in stone except for the narrator (MY PONY LOVE IS FLAWLESS) and Lanx (What can I say, I made the role specifically for Ky). If you see a character bio that speaks to you and you really want to play that character, hit me up on skype sometime and I'll give you a line or two to read.
I'm hoping to have character designs for the main players soon...but no promises. At the very least I've got solid ideas for Wren, Lanx, B, and Birder. CJ, if you want to give input on what Ossaka should look like, sooner is better than later.
Also also, thanks to Rinji for helping me brainstorm a bit. YOU'RE DA MAN NOW DOG...CAT...THING.
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L4N-X
Aug 3, 2012 19:35:53 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 3, 2012 19:35:53 GMT -5
Google is being a dick right now, so here's episode 1 for those who are having trouble with the original documents.
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L4N-X Episode 1: The Setup
SCENE 1 SFX: beeps, bloops, spaceship noises.
NARRATOR: Natalie Wren is not having the best day. The stray cat she had attempted to help has turned out to be some kind of alien, and her apartment was destroyed by someone who very much wanted said cat. Now she sits on the Earth Observation Orbiting Station, lost and alone save for the talking space cat that started everything.
WREN (quietly, with depression and/or hysteria): This is crazy. Just too crazy. I'm in space. Space! What the hell!? Is this even possible? Am I dreaming? Is...is this what being insane is like?
LANX (unaware of or ignoring WREN's breakdown): Well, human thing, don't just sit there blathering to yourself. The Kin will probably trace that port straight here in a few hours. We should get on the next flight to proper civilization before then. Let's see, the transit bay should be...that way. Maybe.
NARRATOR: The cat stands up and begins his way down the hallway. Wren, after realizing that she will be left alone on an alien ship, chases after him.
WREN: What? Hey, wait! Where are you going? Don't just leave me here! Tell me what's going on!
SFX: quick metallic echoing footsteps. They stop just as:
LANX (surprised and in pain): Mreeeow!
NARRATOR: Wren pulls the cat's tail. Like most cats, he doesn't seem to enjoy it.
LANX: Don't do that! It hurts! I swear, you humans are just so...
WREN: Sorry. (beat) Wait, no, I'm not sorry. What the hell is going on!? What the hell are you!? Where the hell am I!? How the hell do I get back!?
LANX (unsympathetic):...Stupid, that's the word for it.
SFX: Grab, yoink, claws scraping on metal. LANX yowls.
WREN (gritting teeth): Tell. Me. Now.
NARRATOR: Wren grabs the cat by the fur of his neck and holds him forcefully.
LANX: (under breath) And violent, don’t forget violent. (annoyed) All right, fine, human! Just stop grabbing me. (exasperated exclamation: sheesh, gaw, sheise, whatevs)
WREN: ...Sorry.
SFX: Flop.
LANX: That’s better. Now, where should I start that would be simple enough for you to comprehend...let’s see...well, as you can probably surmise you are no longer on Earth. This is the Earth Observation Orbiting Station commissioned by the Intergalactic Coalition. Basically the babysitters of the universe. They put orbiting stations around the planets of “low-tech sentients” to observe them more closely and decide when to, as they would put it, “graciously accept them into the coalition for the greater good.” Understand me so far?
WREN: I...I think so.
LANX: Good, you’re smarter than you look. We don’t have much time so I’d prefer if we talked on the way to our destination. This way, please.
WREN: ...OK.
SFX: metallic echoing footsteps.
LANX: Now, what happened was I did a short range “port” from Earth to the approximate location of the Orbiter based on its predetermined orbiting path, essentially creating an identical minute hole in space-time at both the entry and destination points. Normally this requires a reasonably large computational device at both ends to sort through the various algorithms, but it’s much easier and more efficient when you can just see the space-time vertices like I can.
WREN: Uhhh...
LANX (proudly): And that is because I am the L4N-X (pronounced ell-four-enn-dash-ex). I’m very important, you know. Which is why the Kin are after me, and why one of them blew up your living quarters. I do apologize for that, by the way. Anyway, all of that leads up to this moment, wherein I have decided, because I am just so nice, to take responsibility for you. Congratulations human, you are going to be the first of your species to traverse the universe with the higher sentients!
SFX: Crickets.
LANX: ...I see I went over your head at some point.
WREN: Way over.
LANX: I suppose I should have expected that. Honestly I don’t know why the Coalition has taken interest in your species, what little intellect you have is wasted on finding more gregarious means to destroy yourselves. Or new ways to stick your anatomy in each other.
WREN: ...I think I should be offended by that.
LANX: Being offended does not make it any less true.
SFX: continuing footsteps. A moment of awkward silence.
WREN: ...So, uh, El Fornidex--
LANX: L4N-X.
WREN: --that. You said the guy that blew up my apartment was a...Kin?
LANX: He’s not a Kin, he’s a Reshceithe. He’s part of a terrorist group known as The Kindred. I find that’s too many syllables to waste on them though, so I shortened it to Kin.
WREN (muttering): Yeah because L4N-X is just so short and sweet compared to “The Kindred.”
LANX: “L4N-X” is my official serial number as given to me by my creator. It is a symbol of just how important I am!
WREN: So then what’s your name?
LANX: I don’t have one. My serial number is--
SFX: the footsteps stop.
WREN (interrupting): You’re super-ultra-important and you don’t even have a name?
LANX: ...No.
WREN: That’s terrible.
LANX: Why? My serial number is unique and identifies me just fine.
WREN: Yeah but a name is...it’s just...it’s like missing an arm or something if you don’t have one, you know?
LANX: Well if they’re so important, why don’t you have one?
WREN: I do! You just never bothered to ask.
LANX: So what is it?
WREN: Oh, uh, Wren. Natalie Wren.
LANX: “Wren Natalie Wren” has just as many syllables as “L4N-X,” you know. Can you even count?
WREN: That’s not my...ugh. Just call me Wren.
LANX: Hmmm. I suppose it’s less effort than “human thing.” Wren it is.
WREN: And you can be...(mumbling)L4N...(happily) Lanx! See, ‘cos it’s just like L4N-X except the 4 is an A and there’s no dash.
LANX: I am the L4N-X, not “Lanx!” I’m very important and my serial number--
WREN: Nope. You’re Lanx now.
LANX: Don’t call me that.
WREN: Sorry, Lanx. Can’t change your name. Well I mean, you can, but it’s long and complicated and you have to get a new social security number and ID and there’s all this legal red tape and--
LANX: Fine! Fine! Just stop blathering. I swear, your species is just...
WREN: If you say stupid or violent again I’m turning you over to the next “Kin” I see.
LANX: (hushed) Annoying. (regular voice) So if we’re all done with that little side track, there’s still a good bit of walking between this maintenance hallway and the transit bay and I would like to get there before the Kin trace my port. Do not make me regret my decision to help you any more than I already do.
WREN: Lead the way, (with extra malice) Lanx.
LANX: Mrrf.
SFX: Footsteps continue. Another awkward moment.
WREN: ...So, Lanx. Something’s been bothering me.
LANX (muttering): That makes two of us...
WREN: How come you can speak English? And the Resh...se...and the Kin guy, too.
LANX: I can understand any language in the universe so long as I have physical contact with one of its speakers because I am the L4N-X. You could understand the Reshceithe because I carry a small supply of Coalition-issue translator nanobots at all times, in the case that I end up on a low-tech planet like yours. You most likely ingested them while I was unconscious.
WREN: translator nano...I have robots in me!?
LANX: The nanobots attach to the language center of your brain and convert any language in their databanks to something your brain can understand. Ergo, I can understand you, you can understand everyone else, but no one will be able to understand you because none of the human languages have been uploaded to the translator database.
WREN: So...but then...how will I be able to talk to anyone?
LANX: In a perfect world, you wouldn’t. We are currently on the run, you know. We must keep a low profile. But in the rare instance that you interacting with another person becomes a necessity, I will just have to translate on your behalf.
WREN: Yeah, because a talking cat is just so inconspicuous.
SFX: The footsteps stop.
LANX: ...You have a valid point. All right, we’ll just have to add a stop on our way to the transit bay. Maybe if we can get your native language into the database we could at least pass you off as a mutant Threlan. Most people can’t tell what language is being spoken to them anyway.
WREN: How do we do that?
LANX: Well...how would you like to be Earth’s official ambassador to the Coalition?
SCENE 2
SFX: Crowd noises, beeps, boops, sci-fi swooshes, etc.
NARRATOR: Lanx the cat leads Wren the human from the empty metal hallways to the crowded, sprawling center of the station. Here an entire wall is nothing but large windows with a clear view of the earth below it, and endless star-dotted space above. The people around them come in all shapes and sizes, and colors. Some skitter about between their feet, some tower over them with long limbs and sweeping steps, and some almost look human.
WREN: (in awe) Whoa...
LANX: (some distance away) Come along, Wren!
SFX: hurried footsteps.
LANX (cont'd): (close again) Stop staring at everything. you already stand out, no need to make it even worse.
WREN: Sorry...it's all just so...I mean, I never imagined I would ever be--
LANX: Stop talking, too. I’m trying to find...oh, there it is. This way.
NARRATOR: Lanx leads Wren to an alcove in one of the walls, wherein sits a rather tired looking multi-limbed creature behind a tall white desk that matches the decor of the tall white walls so well it almost looks as if the creature is trapped in the wall itself.
DESK ALIEN: (slow) Hello, linguistics and robotics help desk, how may I...
NARRATOR: The alien behind the desk stops and stares at Wren and Lanx with a blank expression.
DESK ALIEN: (hesitant) ...Assist...you.
LANX: Yes, hello. We would like to have the human language...errm--
WREN: English.
LANX: --the human language “English” added to the nanobot database.
DESK ALIEN: (slow) Hmmm. I thought humans weren’t estimated to make contact for another five years.
LANX: ...Well, they’re early. As you can see we have a human right here, and I am her representative to the Intergalactic Coalition. So, clearly--
DESK ALIEN: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a representative like...you. What are you, exactly?
LANX: (haughtily) I am the L-4-N--
WREN: (interrupting) He’s a Catspacian! They are very common on Venus and not wanted by an evil organization or anything at all.
DESK ALIEN: ...I think your human was trying to say something.
LANX: (sigh) Yes, she was just, saying, ah, that what I am is unimportant compared to the, uh, monumental occasion it is for the humans to be, err, accepted into the...caring arms of the Intergalactic Coalition.
(pause)
DESK ALIEN: Fair enough. Here’s the form for adding a new language to the database, please fill it out accordingly.
NARRATOR: The alien hands Wren what appears to be a blank sheet of plastic with a metal frame. Wren hesitates to take it. She looks to Lanx for advice.
LANX: Put your hand on it.
NARRATOR: Wren does as she is told, with some reluctance. There is a slight tingle in her fingers, but other than that the sheet feels much like ordinary paper. It is quickly pulled out from under her hand, still blank. The alien inspects it briefly, then opens a panel on the back wall and inserts the seemingly blank page into a slot that is exactly its size.
DESK ALIEN: Done. Thank you for your cooperation. Would you like to make the announcement?
NARRATOR: This time the alien addresses Wren specifically.
WREN: Uh...no...thank...you?
DESK ALIEN: All right, I suppose I will then.
NARRATOR: The alien presses a large blue button on the side wall.
DESK ALIEN: (amplified, speaking over an intercom) Attention everyone. The human language “English” has been added to the nanobot database. Your nanobots will be updated momentarily. Thank you for your cooperation. (back to normal) Is there anything else I can help you with--
NARRATOR: The alien turns to see that the human and her representative have already left. Lanx and Wren make haste for their next destination.
WREN: So...OK. Two questions. What is going to happen when they figure out that humans still haven’t actually made contact, and what the hell was up with that paper thing?
LANX: Likely, so long as we keep to my plan and stay out of the public eye, the Intergalactic Coalition won’t even know you were here. Even if it were to reach them, without the proper documentation the entire incident will likely be caught in a mess of bureaucracy for months, if not forgotten entirely. As for the “paper thing,” that was merely a nanobot receptacle. The tingling sensation you most likely felt was from the nanobots being attracted to the receptacle and transferring through your skin. One human is not enough for the nanobots to have a full, comprehensive knowledge of the language, but they know as much as you know and that is more than enough for our purposes. Are you placated now, or do you have even more questions to bother me with?
WREN: No... (mumbling) ...jerk.
SCENE 3
NARRATOR: The transit bay looks like a whitewashed version of any other busy dock, if the average dock was multiple stories tall with ships at every level. The crowds ebb and flow as people move in, out, around, and under the various strange structures that Wren can only assume are spaceships. The ceiling has to exist somewhere, but the transit bay is so large and tall and full of ships that Wren cannot find it. Some of the ships are open to the public like merchant stalls, covered with some wares that Wren can identify, but mostly with things that look completely, for lack of a better word, alien.
LANX: What did I say about staring!?
WREN: Sorry, sorry...sheesh.
LANX: We’ll have to find a way to disguise you...A Threlan with pink skin and orange hair is not unheard of, but those damn eyes of yours...
WREN: Hey! Ok first off, it’s “auburn,” not orange. Second, there is nothing wrong with my eyes at--
LANX: (something in his mouth) Here. Put these on.
NARRATOR: Lanx has stolen a pair of what look like sunglasses. He holds then up to Wren with his mouth.
WREN: You aren’t even listening to me, are you!? Now look, you little--hey!
SFX: bap.
NARRATOR: Lanx bats at Wren’s leg.
LANX: (still has something in his mouth) I said put them on!
SFX: ptooey.
LANX (cont’d): (speaking clearly) Look, if you don’t put these on then someone is going to notice that you aren’t a Threlan, and then there will be rumors, and questions, and then you will be in almost as much trouble with the entirety of the intergalactic community as I am with the Kin. If anything I say to you ever seeps in to that sad excuse you humans call a “brain,” then please let it be this.
(pause)
NARRATOR: Wren takes the sunglasses from the floor and puts them on.
WREN: (exasperated) Is that better?
LANX: Hmm. You look passable enough. Maybe a hat...
WREN: I thought we were “on the run,” not playing dress-up.
LANX: Fine, fine. “Passable” will just have to do for now. Honestly, you humans are so stubborn.
WREN: (mumbling) Pot, meet kettle...
LANX: Now to find someone willing to take on passengers for free...or someone stupid enough not to notice us. Come along, and stay close.
NARRATOR: Lanx leads Wren through the transit bay, inspecting the ships and their respective crews. They slowly ascend through the various tiers as Lanx passes each ship by with barely a glance.
LANX: No, that one is too small. who knows what we’d be packed together with in a ship like that...oh, that’s far too big, the captain probably wants an exorbitant price for riding in something that luxurious...hmm, that one looks like it might-- (beat) --no, now the captain is looking at us funny. Let’s go this way. Don’t make eye contact.
WREN: (beat) That thing has eyes?
LANX: I told you a hat would have been better. We’ll have a hard enough time finding a ship just because of--
SFX: Crash! Bang! Boom! Screaming bystanders! CAPTAIN B laughs triumphantly.
NARRATOR: Back at the bottom of the transit bay, a small group of trouble-makers are causing quite the scene. The devices they carry look like they could be weapons, though no one seems frightened so much as confused or, at the worst, somewhat annoyed. The wall behind them has a large hole in it, revealing a storeroom of sorts, with black crates stacked on top of each other.
CAPTAIN B: Coalition scum! The free citizens of the cosmos won’t idly stand by whilst you pick new peoples to oppress! We’ve come to pillage this station, now give us all of your goods!
NARRATOR: A bright red colored woman seems to be the leader of the group. She stands atop a recently pilfered crate, making her almost as tall as the yellow tinted man beside her.
BIRDER: OK folks, settle down. Just going to take a few things, we’ll be out of your hands before the coalition goons even get here. Don’t make trouble and you don’t get hurt.
NARRATOR: The yellow man directs a few bystanders out of the way with a slight nudge from the large, vaguely gun-like weapon he carries. He enters the hole in the wall, while the red woman stands triumphantly on her crate, brandishing what appears to be equal parts cutlass and assault rifle.
WREN: (quietly) What is it with aliens and blowing shit up...?
LANX: Over here! Quick!
NARRATOR: While most of the transit bay’s occupants look over the scene below, Lanx directs Wren to an open, unguarded ship. Its bright paint job has seen better days, and a few spots appear to have been recently patched with bits of whatever metal these spaceships are made out of.
WREN: What are you--
LANX: Let’s use the distraction to our advantage. By the time whomever owns this ship realizes we’re inside, if they ever even do, we’ll be far from the observation station and, hopefully, the Kin.
SFX: footsteps, low humming, and, eventually, door swoosh.
NARRATOR: Lanx jumps into the ship’s entrance, and Wren follows. The two of them move through the increasingly narrow corridors of the ship as quietly and quickly as possible. Eventually they find their way to a what looks like a small cargo room. The room is filled with various boxes and trinkets and odd bits of alien technology, all stacked up to the ceiling...not that the ceiling is very high to begin with.
LANX: This should do for now. Perhaps later we’ll ask for proper rooms, if we’re stuck on this ship long enough.
WREN: Stowaways asking for rooms...yeah, that’ll totally work and not get us thrown out into space.
LANX: Here, this corner is unused. Sit here and try not to make any noise.
SCENE 4
NARRATOR: Wren and Lanx sit in the corner of the cargo room for what feels like hours. Wren fights her growing urge to ask more questions about...well, everything, instead letting her mind wander back to Earth. Would she ever be able to go back? Would she fail her classes, or was alien abduction a valid excuse? Would people think she was kidnapped, or dead? Just before Wren’s thoughts go to the deeper and darker implications of recent events, the ship finally roars to life and begins to move. Who or whatever owns the ship has returned, none the wiser that their ship has two extra passengers.
SFX: door swoosh.
CAPTAIN B: (muffled) Put the ill-gotten goods over in the corner or something. My bed calls to me, it says, “great pirating! Now time for a nap!”
BIRDER: (muffled) Right, miss Be-- (beat) Captain.
SFX: footsteps, getting louder.
NARRATOR: (over SFX, CAPTAIN B, and BIRDER) Someone enters the cargo room. Each step they take brings them closer to Wren and Lanx’s hiding place. The fur on Lanx’s back stands up ever so slightly. Wren peeks over the edge of one of the crates, just barely.
WREN: (whisper) Hey, wait, that looks like--
LANX: (whisper) Quiet! They’ll hear you!
NARRATOR: Lanx bats at Wren’s head, pushing her back under cover. The mysterious shipmate draws ever closer, until...
SFX: Thud.
NARRATOR: A familiar yellow man drops a distinct black crate on top of Wren and Lanx’s hiding place. He peers down at the two stowaways with a blank expression.
BIRDER: Well, this is new.
LANX: Wait, you’re that guy from the--!
WREN: Um. (beat) Hi? (beat) So, uh, pirating. Bet that’s just a, you know, really, uh, fulfilling career. (beat) Please don’t kill us.
End. TO BE CONTINUED?
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L4N-X
Aug 3, 2012 20:16:18 GMT -5
Post by CJ on Aug 3, 2012 20:16:18 GMT -5
I posted some random comments in the chatbox. If you didn't get them, ticky, please let me know.
I really like the pacing so far. It's slow enough for us to imagine the environment the characters are going through but fast enough to not bore us. Speaking of the characters, they're written beautifully. There is a clear distinction between Lanx and Wren. If you were to give me lines of their dialogue alone, I would be probably be able to tell who was saying what. They're extremely different, which is pretty cool.
As I said in the chat, it's important to keep the narration from the perspective of one character. There shouldn't be a moment where we wander into another person's mind or sight. Wren is our guide. We're lost without her... if that makes any sense. It would be different if we constantly jumped between people's thoughts before, but it seems we're sticking mostly with Wren for L4N-X.
I'm excited to read more of this wonderful drama. Keep up the good work.
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L4N-X
Aug 6, 2012 3:01:26 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 6, 2012 3:01:26 GMT -5
OH GOD THE AIR IN THE MOUNTAINS IS SO FREAKING DRY.
So yeah, I'm up in Squaw Valley which has not stopped my L4N-X madness at all. So far I have drawn up the final-ish designs for Captain B, Birder, and Lanx. Tomorrow I hope to get at least Wren and one of the Kindred done. Buuuuut I have homework to do on top of all the stressful physical activity in store, so...I make no promises. Either way you won't see them until I get home, but I like to keep y'all in the loop.
CJ AND KY! If you would like to have input on what Ossaka and Thralos look like, now is the time to PM me and/or post your ideas in the documents folder if you can (the bio document should be fine). I'm hoping to at least end up with flat color sketches done for every character so I can make VIDEOR MAGICS in After Effects and have some bare-bones visuals to help with the storytelling.
If anyone wants to get on Skype within the next few days I am technically available, but I don't have my mic with me so I won't be able to respond vocally to any group calls.
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L4N-X
Aug 12, 2012 17:21:27 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 12, 2012 17:21:27 GMT -5
Found out why the urls for the folder and the files weren't working, I think. Created a new tinyurl for the correct path: tinyurl.com/l4n-x-driveIf anyone is still having trouble viewing the files please say so. EVERYONE should be able to view the folder and the documents so long as they have the link.
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L4N-X
Aug 13, 2012 0:44:25 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 13, 2012 0:44:25 GMT -5
Finally scanned the designs for Birder, B, and Lanx. Here they are spliced together so relative heights are more obvious (in reality the sketches are all about the same size...good for detail work, bad for relative size). Still to come: everyone else, clean-up and color.
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L4N-X
Aug 13, 2012 3:25:04 GMT -5
Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 13, 2012 3:25:04 GMT -5
Those proportions look wonked.
I can already tell someone is going to come in say something, but they do look wonked.
Amazing drawings nonetheless however.
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L4N-X
Aug 13, 2012 3:47:05 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 13, 2012 3:47:05 GMT -5
Those proportions look wonked. I can already tell someone is going to come in say something, but they do look wonked. Amazing drawings nonetheless however. Care to elaborate?
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L4N-X
Aug 13, 2012 3:50:58 GMT -5
Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 13, 2012 3:50:58 GMT -5
Because of the shirtless dude's height, his legs look odd, based on where I'm guessing his knees to be.
Also the cat appears to be the size of a toddler with a head comparable to the others, at least in relation to the other two.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume these things were intentional though, because they're all aliens?
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L4N-X
Aug 13, 2012 4:11:13 GMT -5
Post by Neurotick on Aug 13, 2012 4:11:13 GMT -5
Lanx is supposed to be larger than a normal cat and have slightly wonky proportions, but I'm not seeing what you mean with Birder...but that's probably because I drew him and know where his knees are under those pants. In fact, here's a quick diagram: The only intentional messing around I did was their anatomy was adding slightly longer necks and the funny ears. Also they have no belly buttons.
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