I wish I were old enough to feel ways about stuff

Sat Nov 29, 2003 11:31 am by Bob McDob

http://bobmcdob.homestead.com/files/peship.jpg

Guess what :p

I've actually gotten rather farther than this, up to getting textures, which are like the show, which means cel-shaded, which means don't expect prettyness :p I've been having trouble on the home stretch, but I should be done soon ... like, tomorrow. If anyone cares, of course <G>

Edited by - Bob McDob on 29-11-2003 11:31:37

Sat Nov 29, 2003 3:06 pm by bakedpotato

Never give up the ship Bob.

Sat Nov 29, 2003 3:12 pm by Quickshot14

Looks like one of the rocket ships duck doggers would use

very nice work man keep it up

*wishs he could model like that*

James "Quickshot14" Greenwood<br>
QSD (Quickshot14's Domain http://qsd.rgprod.net)<br>
Also Home of QFL & QWC (Quickshot's Freelancer & Warcraft 3 Site)

Sun Nov 30, 2003 2:05 am by Bob McDob

NOW do you recognize it? :p

Sun Nov 30, 2003 3:20 am by Orillion.

Planet Express?

Sun Nov 30, 2003 8:37 am by GS Destroy

*cough*futerama*cough*
Looks good

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Wed Dec 03, 2003 5:42 am by Sir Spectre

I was wondering when someone was going to make that ship.

Sir Spectre

From the play Reynet: The Prince of Starfyre:

Reynet: To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the spams and emails of outrageous Microsoftia fortune, or to take arms against a sea of lawyers. And by opposing, end them? To die: to sleep; to log off; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that circuit board is err to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this Lancer coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long work; for who would bare the copies and scams of thieves? The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes? To grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after legal action? The undiscovered country from whose work is bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bare those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action!

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