Hvala.
Nemam nalog na CMONu, mada, planiram ga otvoriti. Malo me mrzi da uslikavam figure. Nemam ni jednu valjanu lampu kuci tako da moram da cekam lepo vreme da bi bilo dovoljno svetla za fotkanje. :D
Cini mi se da puno zavisi od prve ocene koju ti da moderator koji odobrava sliku, posle toga ljudi po inerciji daju slicne ocene. No, nije lose za treniranje ega. :D
Hvala Vamsi na vremenu.
Marinac izgleda fenomenalno, zaista sjajno. Kao sto si i sam rekao mozda tu fali neki battle damage ali bilo bi greota mrljaviti po njemu. Medjutim tiranid (ili ono sto je ostalo od njega ) mi se ne svidja. Ne kazem da je lose ofarban ali mislim da je mogla neka druga kombinacija za krv. Ja sam aliensku krv uvek zamisljao crnu i masnu (kao automobilsko ulje ). Daj link na cmonu da popravimo prosek
Zapravo, i mislio sam da krv bude kao sto si rekao ali mi nesto nije izgledala dobro, previse je bilo crne i onda krenuo da posvetljavam zelenom i eto kako je ispalo. :D
Bice bolje sledeci put.
Ma pusti CMON, potpuno je nevazno.
Ma pusti Cmon, ima ekipa koja daje niske ocene namerno, klinci il sta god. Sve u svemu, baza ili mini-diorama donose vise ocene, takodje ostri highlighti smanjuju ocene...Lep terminator :D
Koga zabole sta CMON kaze ... figura super izgleda, kao uostalom i sve figure za koje si kacio ovde slike .
That was a hazardous consultation of the Libre Mortis my Lord. An ordeal of high and low doom. The moment I approached the book, it bit me most ferociously.
I must appologize for the explosion that blew off the door of The Chamber Unbreachable, but the simultaneous emergence of seventeen demons from the book spine, caused the spiritual detonation in the soul stoned air of the room.
The whole enterprise was an experience most horrendeous. None but I could have endured it. I was almost damned twice. Even now my soul is twisted to a cork screw.
I suggest you keep the state of your soul to yourself, and inform us, instead, what you have gleamed from the Grimoire.
Hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated. And witch hunts will never be about witches. To have a scapegoat - that's the key. Humans always fear the alien, the odd. Once the mages had left Novigrad, folk turned their anger against the other races... and, as they have for ages, branded their neighbors their greatest foes.
And 'cause I was gazillionaire and I liked doing it so much, I cut that grass for free.