13.12.08

FIRE SALE!

Okay, for this weekend only, Team Fortress 2 is for sale for $10 on Steam, Valve's digital download service (it's like Xbox Live, only better).  If you don't purchase this, then I don't want to know you.

Here's the link to Steam... use it (just click on the little box in the left column, about halfway down that says "Get Steam Now")...

Heya all!!!

Let me introduce myself to all who dont know me. My name is Xzebo, I am the brother of the Juanito, the nephew of the Bot, the cousin of the Omally and the Punk-Rock Princess (for the sake of protecting their "real" identities I have used their profile names) lol jk anywho, I'm relatively new to the MOAG universe having played but twice..... and once with a human so that didn't count. So any questions about me go ahead and ask. L8RS!

11.12.08

Snarf Chicken



This is my Snarf Chicken that I made during my CIS 1020 class today.. It's a sculpt with some compositing, and it looks freaking awesome..

3.12.08

Shilling my new blog...

Okay, I've started another blog, basically it's a place for me to put up my artwork.  I'll still post my MOAG art here as well as there, but I'll use that as a basic place for putting up any kind of artwork.  Also, you might want to check it out, I'll be posting links to tutorials for various apps (Photoshop, Illsutrator, After Effects, possibly some 3d Apps)  Anyway, check it out and have fun.

Oh, here's the link.  Enjoy.

It Came From the Ashes! In TECHNO-COLOR!!

(Yes, that's a Tank from Left 4 Dead...)

The fog rolled back from the dying corpse, chilled from the long exposure to the night wind coming off the barren mesa of life.  The vultures circled quietly, hoping the thing would just die already.  But alas, just as it looked like it was going to bite the big one, kick the bucket, cash the check, go the way of all the earth, extinguish the eternal flame, (I'm running out of euphemisms here...) it raised it's hand 0n the 3rd count like a professional wrestler resisting the warm embrace of the sleeper hold.  Slowly it climbed to it's knees, shook off the rust and cobwebs from being under used and under appreciated.  It gathered the strength to stand, and there, for the first time in what seemed like years, it stood tall, with the wind blowing through it's smooth, milky soft mane.  MOAG was alive, and it was feeling good.

Okay, there you go Shadowwire, MOAG is NOT dead, and it's doing fine living in Costa Rica with JFK, Bigfoot, and Elvis.  While we want MOAG to enjoy it's vacation, let's not leave it there too long okay?  Infact, I'm going to insist on a MOAG day when I come down over the holidays, so you all can just suck it up and get ready to rock a Klisk's skull through it's face.  

PS - We still love you Rock Band.  Really we do. 

1.12.08

So apparently no one survived the Zombies...

Geeze, it's like the world has died, and all that's left are zombies.  Luckily for you all, I have unlimited ammo, so it's all good.  Anyway, I hope everybody had a wonderful turkey day, I had a great weekend, and am finally now recovering from the meat sweats and the triptofan coma.  

I've been thinking about MOAG a bit lately, and I think that we need to get back on the MOAG bandwagon.  We've been using the blog for things only slightly MOAG related (if we're lucky) and I'm not complaining.  This is basically an easy means for us to comunicate with each other in a group forum.  But we seem to have dropped the ball when it comes to posting actual MOAG content.  And I will be the first to admit blame.  And that blame falls squarely on Shadowwire's shoulders.  Just kidding.  Not really.  Maybe.  

Okay fine, it's not just his fault, so let's get this baby rolling again.

On another note, I'll be down in the southern regions around the 20th for a day or two, and then back in Cedar from the 27th to possibly the 3rd, so I'm hereby declaring my intentions to play Rock Band and MOAG with all the gang at some point during that time.  Please, for the love of all that is holy, be there so we can get together and rock some Klisk's face through his skull.

Out.