RSS_TheGryffon
04-20-2006, 06:09 PM
Ok Ill be putting all my 2142 media in here, making a music track at the moment
20/04/06
just finished this wallpaper, tried to remake that palm device from the trailer
http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_thumb.jpg (http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_full.jpg)
click thumbnail for full version
21/04/06
Another one done :) at the moment they are quite empty but once EA release some new renders/videos then ill have more to work with to make wallpapers :)
http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_2_thumb.jpg (http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_2_full.jpg)
click thumbnail for full version
23/04/06
Its a bit chilly isnt it? :p
http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_3_thumb.jpg (http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_3_full.jpg)
click thumbnail for full version
28/04/06
now the competition that this was entered into is over I can post it up
A bit of fiction on a battle in 2142
Forever Winter
June 10th, 2142, the height of summer, at our final hour. 20th Company were attached to 4nd Division Infantry, the walking dead. Very little was known about our growing enemy and the war had been raging for years, the last of the human race, true to form, ended earth with a war. Long gone are the days of diplomacy, this is the fight for survival, ironic really, we put our lives in front of all things mechanical, with a handful of small arms to die, so that our 'side' can live on, we are dying to survive.
My platoon were in the first of the drop ships, landing just south Kananga, the heat was unbearable here, so close to the equator, and to think that a few hundred miles North of here, my home city, the great capitol, that London was an desolate wasteland of ice sculptures, the Thames was nothing more than a giant ice lolly. I still carried the picture of Jess and Molly in my webbing, to remind me why I was here, that they were in the refugee camp right now thinking about what we were about to do, for the survival of our race.
The orders were set, the rules of engagement were no longer in place, this was no UN Mission in the sahara, this was war. From our basha I could see the infiltration ships, so new, so clean. The mech-frames stood motionless, dead, tattered from the last unit that were unfortunate enough to be trapped inside the gigantic exo-skeletons. Tonight we drink for tomorrow we might die, the author escapes me now but not the phrase, so true are these words that soon the white haze of war will cloud my vision, engulfing me in adrenaline, sweat and fear.
“20 SECONDS TO LAND, STANDBY, STANDBY” these words will be the last calm words from my lips.
We had just passed the great pyramids, soon we would be at the bottle neck of the ground troops, passing over their heads in this giant bath tub and dropping just passed Port Said, the point of no return, we were in hostile territory now. The PEC had put up great walls of steel, mortar and razor at the border to Jordan, their hardcore elite just a few miles to our North East in Juruselam. 10 seconds to drop, 5, rifle on auto, 3, standby, 2, standby, 1. Silence, nothing but sweet silence, I could hear the last birds singing their morning songs, but still the dull thud pounding my brain as my boots hit the solid sand, bullets flying over my head everything was instinct now, I could be back at home down the Weasel drinking a pint of the black stuff and I would still be firing, issuing orders, protecting my men. They never tell you about this in basic training, they just hit you with the awe of fancy weapons, and you remain blissfully unaware of what happens when you fight for real, you're just blank, doing what you were trained to do. I am a killer, a professional killer, this is who I am, this is what I do.
“FIRE IN THE HOLE” the blast from the emp's made even me feel sick and I'd been doing this years, god only knows what the troopers were feeling.
I could hear the radio now, commands coming in from the brass back at base camp, i tried to make out the chatter OP STONECOLD III A SUCCESS, SAY AGAIN, OP STONECOLD... that was it, the northern front had pushed through. This was no longer a diversion tactic, this was our battle for the entry point, the elite troops would be heading north, leaving us to make our hole into the middle east. This was really it. Thump, split, thump, split, whiz the sounds cracking passed my helmet, empty screams from the limbless soldiers. The PEC mechanical division had appeared, from nowhere, they had just cloaked in, now staring us in the face, they sat there. All they did was sit there for five minutes, waiting for us to get in range, they didn't advance, what was waiting for us in the dead ground? Why didn't they open fire? What's going on here? And then I heard it, the instrument of my entire platoons death, the great bomb, you can hear the signature of those things a mile away, we could run a mile, but the blast radius would engulf us by the time we hit one and a half, I sat behind a fallen mech, took my helmet off and took my malboros out, if im going do die its going to be from smoking, and not from a bomb, fighting this war for land. Closer, the OC had joined me, he could hear it too. As I sipped from the OC's hip flask and took my final puffs of this smoke, I could see my whole world in colour, the blood the DPM and Molly, little molly so small yet so big, she always smiled when I didn't, if we win this war she will have a good life I know this. This is it, the sound signature was now a very high pitched squeal, that's the 10 second marker. I took to my feet, saluted the captain and began walking, straight for the mechs, 5, lock on, 4, click, 2, fire, 1.
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all my media can be found on RSS clansite first ;)
20/04/06
just finished this wallpaper, tried to remake that palm device from the trailer
http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_thumb.jpg (http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_full.jpg)
click thumbnail for full version
21/04/06
Another one done :) at the moment they are quite empty but once EA release some new renders/videos then ill have more to work with to make wallpapers :)
http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_2_thumb.jpg (http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_2_full.jpg)
click thumbnail for full version
23/04/06
Its a bit chilly isnt it? :p
http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_3_thumb.jpg (http://64.20.45.162/~gryflab/gallery/2142_3_full.jpg)
click thumbnail for full version
28/04/06
now the competition that this was entered into is over I can post it up
A bit of fiction on a battle in 2142
Forever Winter
June 10th, 2142, the height of summer, at our final hour. 20th Company were attached to 4nd Division Infantry, the walking dead. Very little was known about our growing enemy and the war had been raging for years, the last of the human race, true to form, ended earth with a war. Long gone are the days of diplomacy, this is the fight for survival, ironic really, we put our lives in front of all things mechanical, with a handful of small arms to die, so that our 'side' can live on, we are dying to survive.
My platoon were in the first of the drop ships, landing just south Kananga, the heat was unbearable here, so close to the equator, and to think that a few hundred miles North of here, my home city, the great capitol, that London was an desolate wasteland of ice sculptures, the Thames was nothing more than a giant ice lolly. I still carried the picture of Jess and Molly in my webbing, to remind me why I was here, that they were in the refugee camp right now thinking about what we were about to do, for the survival of our race.
The orders were set, the rules of engagement were no longer in place, this was no UN Mission in the sahara, this was war. From our basha I could see the infiltration ships, so new, so clean. The mech-frames stood motionless, dead, tattered from the last unit that were unfortunate enough to be trapped inside the gigantic exo-skeletons. Tonight we drink for tomorrow we might die, the author escapes me now but not the phrase, so true are these words that soon the white haze of war will cloud my vision, engulfing me in adrenaline, sweat and fear.
“20 SECONDS TO LAND, STANDBY, STANDBY” these words will be the last calm words from my lips.
We had just passed the great pyramids, soon we would be at the bottle neck of the ground troops, passing over their heads in this giant bath tub and dropping just passed Port Said, the point of no return, we were in hostile territory now. The PEC had put up great walls of steel, mortar and razor at the border to Jordan, their hardcore elite just a few miles to our North East in Juruselam. 10 seconds to drop, 5, rifle on auto, 3, standby, 2, standby, 1. Silence, nothing but sweet silence, I could hear the last birds singing their morning songs, but still the dull thud pounding my brain as my boots hit the solid sand, bullets flying over my head everything was instinct now, I could be back at home down the Weasel drinking a pint of the black stuff and I would still be firing, issuing orders, protecting my men. They never tell you about this in basic training, they just hit you with the awe of fancy weapons, and you remain blissfully unaware of what happens when you fight for real, you're just blank, doing what you were trained to do. I am a killer, a professional killer, this is who I am, this is what I do.
“FIRE IN THE HOLE” the blast from the emp's made even me feel sick and I'd been doing this years, god only knows what the troopers were feeling.
I could hear the radio now, commands coming in from the brass back at base camp, i tried to make out the chatter OP STONECOLD III A SUCCESS, SAY AGAIN, OP STONECOLD... that was it, the northern front had pushed through. This was no longer a diversion tactic, this was our battle for the entry point, the elite troops would be heading north, leaving us to make our hole into the middle east. This was really it. Thump, split, thump, split, whiz the sounds cracking passed my helmet, empty screams from the limbless soldiers. The PEC mechanical division had appeared, from nowhere, they had just cloaked in, now staring us in the face, they sat there. All they did was sit there for five minutes, waiting for us to get in range, they didn't advance, what was waiting for us in the dead ground? Why didn't they open fire? What's going on here? And then I heard it, the instrument of my entire platoons death, the great bomb, you can hear the signature of those things a mile away, we could run a mile, but the blast radius would engulf us by the time we hit one and a half, I sat behind a fallen mech, took my helmet off and took my malboros out, if im going do die its going to be from smoking, and not from a bomb, fighting this war for land. Closer, the OC had joined me, he could hear it too. As I sipped from the OC's hip flask and took my final puffs of this smoke, I could see my whole world in colour, the blood the DPM and Molly, little molly so small yet so big, she always smiled when I didn't, if we win this war she will have a good life I know this. This is it, the sound signature was now a very high pitched squeal, that's the 10 second marker. I took to my feet, saluted the captain and began walking, straight for the mechs, 5, lock on, 4, click, 2, fire, 1.
====================================
all my media can be found on RSS clansite first ;)