Random MOAG (Scraggly George) Art!

So I was looking through a bunch of my old art and came across some more renditions of Scraggly George I did a while back in different armors haha!

First we have Scraggly in some heavy armor. Then him in some power armor with a db port I believe. And last a few in is custom junk yard scrap power shell.

I hope whoever randomly checks this blog from time to time like me enjoys some more art!

-Juanito, over and out!

I have been drawing a series of pictures of my character, Scraggly George, in several different armors and outfits that he has been in the last few campaigns.

The first is his average home attire, HAHA! The second, his average work clothes when working in the scrapyard or on any repair/engineering stuff. And the last is some light armor he "found" on a mind controlled space station security guard. Enjoy!

-Juanito, over and out!

Revoric: Steel Gargen Wearer

Since, Xzebo has moved up north he's been GMing for some friends. Being new to MOAG he made a cool campaign based on some of the ancient Coucil Era history and with Osidus and the creation of the Gargen.

Xzebo let me play a NPC-of-sorts, Revoric. He, unbeknownst to the players, was the Steel Gargen Wearer and served Osidus.

It was pretty fun playing a super powerful Will Power user even though I didn't get to play through the end of the campaign with the group.
Hope you all like the pics though!

-Juanito, over and out!

The Ruffian!

Long ago, I created the concept of a character named Scraggly George as sort of an antitheses of the normally powerful, in some respect or another, MOAG characters. Scraggly instead was the most average run of the mill human (basically NPC worthy) but has adventure thrust upon him!
He was originally going to start out as a space trucker but when I actually created his character sheet he ended up being a super red-neck scrapyard owner who happens to make guns and armor from his scrap.
A while back, Xzebo ran a campaign for me, which we have continued since his move up north. In this campaign Scraggly obtained a Powershell and actually had to use it. Just recently, with the help of Scraggly's friend, he created and built a super awesome gun for his Powershell.
The gun is called THE RUFFIAN!

Enjoy!
-Juanito, over and out!

Species - Cylonquin

As promised. More artwork!

Lately I have been making art for a MOAG "book" of sorts. Don't get your hopes up, it is not a real MOAG Book. I have just be drawing things in my free time to help me personally remember, imagine, and get into the MOAG mood while we play.

This drawing is of a couple of Cylonquins and hopefully I will have more free time make more of the playable races.

Enjoy!

-Juanito, over and out!

The Butchers Revive the MOAG Blog!

Since my brother, Xzebo, has moved up closer to me he has inspired me back into Sci-fi/MOAG mood.

I know the MOAG blog is barely surviving but I thought I might sporadically post all the sci-fi art I have been making in my free time. This feels like I'm sending a trancomm off into deep space in the off chance someone gets it haha!

So, a while back while visiting Cedar City. The MOAGers invited me to play in a campaign they were running with gangster/mafioso types. I thought to myself, "What characters do I have of questionable moral nature? Oh, the Butcher Brothers!"(pictured above)

For those of you who don't know, they are my characters in which I rolled a perk to "receive a playable twin." So after doing so, I completely re-formatted them to resemble the Stabington Twins from the movie Tangled.

Enjoy the art, hopefully more to come soon.

-Juanito, over and out!

Starbound

So this isn't really MOAG related, but it is sci-fi so I thought it would be appropriate for the MOAG blog. These are mine and Xzebo's video game characters for the game Starbound. I hope you all like it.

-Juanito, over and out!

MOAG Cartoon Characters 4

Well... Here is another one. Not much to say about it but here is my awesome Merc/Bounty Hunter Cylonquin named Jaeed Tyr. Maybe i'll draw his brother Vircon next, we'll see.
-Juanito, over and out!

MOAG Cartoon Characters 3

So, I kinda feel bad because I have been bombarding the MOAG blog lately even though I probably shouldn't. I am just trying to make our little MOAG blog feel not so neglected, haha! Anyway, here is another one of my characters (the other half of the Butcher Brothers) in cleaned up cartoon form. Hope you all like.
-Juanito, over and out!

MOAG Cartoon Characters 2

Hey fellow MOAGers. Here is another redo of one of my MOAG Characters in cartoon style. I will try to keep these coming so hopefully you don't mind, haha.
-Juanito, over and out!

Cartoon MOAG Characters

Hey all you fellow MOAGites! So I while back I drew some pictures of some of my MOAG characters in funny cartoon style like Dexter's Lab, Powerpuff Girls, Kim Possible, or Gravity Falls. Now when I did them I drew them really quickly more like a warm up drawing. Because they were quick drawings I decided to go back and make them (and others) in the same style but just really nice and clean. Dear Mr. Scraggly George is the first I have finished but hopefully I will be able to get more done soon and I hope you all like them.
-Juanito, over and out!

Species Creation Contest Sadness

So I was a little sad that I wasn't able to get my species done for the species contest. I really just ended up never having a solid idea I liked for the species. Anyway, here IS something solid. I have posted an image done by Dirk Loechel that I found on deviantart. Its a totally-sweet-science-fiction-space-ship-size-comparison-picture. Well I hope this doesn't detract from the contest and I hope you like the pic.

-Juanito, over and out!

MOAGtoon Characters

So here are some of my MOAG characters/npcs (Atticus Butcher, Matthias Butcher, and Scraggly George) that I don't play very much but I really like them. Also I did these drawings at work a while back when things were really slow and I intended on making all my characters but then things got really busy at work so I don't know if I'll ever finish the series. Oh well, either way I figured I better post them so they don't disappear when I forget about them.
-Juanito, over and out.

MOAG Cultural Day

    So I have been asking Sir West many question in preparations for the next Ormigite Builder campaign. I got a little sidetracked and began asking many Klisk related questions just for curiosity and found out some very interesting thing that I did not previously know. I then stated that we should have a day to post brief culture or story or technology related explanations of MOAG. West thought that was a good idea and I don't know if it will ever be a regular thing but I figured I'd start with a little Ormigite culture lesson.
    The majority of the Ormigites believe in deity which they call The Builders. They believe that to escape the cruelty of their previous home/galaxy the builders used their will power to transport to a far corner of the universe and created their own galaxy. Then after living content for thousands of years they decided to move on to another life or ascend. But before they ascended, from the earth and minerals they created the Ormigites to maintain the galaxy. They taught the Ormigites all that they knew and then left (and have never been seen of until our characters found one).
    Now like much mythology there is some truth to the stories, but here is what we know of the TRUE story. The Builders were just a close cousin species to the ormigites. They looked very much like the ormigites but were 10-15ft tall. They were extremely strong Will Power users but NOT so strong to teleport across the universe and create galaxies. They lived very much like the ormigites in all aspects except were much more technologically advanced. In many instances where the ormigite and builder civilizations lived near each other, their cultures usually intertwined, even to the point of living together and the builders becoming the royal class. This may be the cause of the ormigites eventually regarding the builders as their deity.
    The Builders lived thousands of years ago and had a thriving world till some type of plague/infection killed off their entire species. In a last ditch attempt to survive they sent 12 of their strongest warriors out into the universe to kill the plague/infection and entrap its essence in artifact crystal pillars. Then they were to return to their home planet and try revive their species. In several thousands of years only one has returned. As the last of the builders, Kra'max has come in contact with several of our characters and sent us on a missions to finish the task of collecting the last of the crystal pillars and destroying the plague/infection that killed his people.
    This is a quick little drawing I did of Kra'max. I hope you like it and I hope you liked the little lesson in Ormigite Culture.
- Juanito, over and out.

"Scaggly George and The Space Virus"

Here is a drawing I did of everyone's favorite abnormally normal space hillbilly, SCRAGGLY GEORGE! I ended up shading it with some kinda hard shadows and it turned out really cool and seems to be like a campaign Xzebo did on the Formiga Space Station where all the lights and electricity went out for a but. IT WAS AWESOME!!! Ehem... anyway there are two versions because I didn't know which color I liked better. Desert Camo or Green Camo? Well I got to get back to work Tell me what you think of the picture and which camo you like better.

- Juanito, over and out!

Juan - 1970’s: "Say Hello to My Little Friend"

Now there was a time, many years ago that I was depressed almost to the point of wanting to end my life. Due to my curse I was almost eighty years old at the time and still looked less than thirty. My wife was on her deathbed. My children looked like they could be my grandparents. I lived my life near them, watching them, but never part of them. To make a long story short I eventually fell in with some bad company. That bad company was the Columbian drug cartel. They had me transporting their “merchandise” across the border. Plane, truck, boat, motorcycle; Whatever it was, I was the best transporter they had. The problem was, I cared about other people and was just too nice.

One night, hidden by the darkness, I was returning to Miami with a full cargo from Cuba. Getting near U.S. shores I heard something out of the ordinary. I quickly shut off my boat and readied myself in the possibility I was confronted by the Coast Guard. Then I heard the sound again but more clearly. “Help, Help me.” It was the voice of someone nearby. I turned on my spotlight and not fifty feet away was a beautiful woman hanging on a little broken raft. I maneuvered my vessel over to the woman. I had heard stories about this happening all the time. The damn Coyotes get paid to bring people across the border and any hint of problem just ditch them, even if its in the middle of the ocean. I asked her in Spanish if she would like a ride, and she accepted.

As soon as I helped her up into my boat spotlights flashed in our eyes. “This is the United States Coast Guard. Prepare to be boarded!” Maybe being trapped in a small space shuttle for years going to Mars made me love my freedom and the openness too much, but I knew then that I would never let myself be put into a prison cell. I quickly grabbed my scuba tank, the girl, set timer on some C4, and dove into the warm ocean water. Being a trained astronaut I could hold my breath for over five minutes so I let the girl use the scuba oxygen.

It seemed like a long time swimming under water for the shore, especially no oxygen, but we made it to a smaller secluded dock. Once we got out of the water I counted out loud the last few seconds remaining on the C4 timer. “5... 4... 3... 2... Say hello to my little friend Mr. Coast Guard Guys!” And BOOM!

We quickly dried off and the woman said that she needed to get to an address written on a now wet piece of cloth, so I took her there. We made it to the address and were greeted by one of the kindest persons I have ever met. It was the woman’s aunt and she forced us to warm ourselves by a small heater while she fixed us something to eat. While standing there with the woman I had an epiphany. Perhaps there was something better I could be doing with my life. Perhaps I should stop being depressed and feeling bad for myself and help others. Perhaps I could help people like this woman I had just saved. That is what I decided to do and that is how I got into the transport business... Plus I don’t think I could ever go back into the drug business after blowing up a boatload of merchandise.

The End.

FOR HIRE!

Two awesome/talented/great/smart/cool twin brothers looking for work. Possible jobs may include: piloting things, stealing things, hijacking things, shooting things, exploding things, killing things... Actually the Butcher Brothers will do just about anything if you pay them enough!

Haha I hope you all like the advertisement poster I did for the Butcher Bros.

Juanito, over and out!

They're Sexy and They Know It

With a combined comeliness of over 35 these two brothers are a force to not be messed with... plus they are just pretty darn Bad A** as far as Cylonquin mercs go. For those who don't know, these guys are characters from our campaign last Friday. The one on the left is my character Jaeed Tyr, and the one on the right is Shadowwire's and his name is Vircon Tyr. Sorry Shadow if Vircon looks different than you imagined but this is what I was thinking he kinda looked like so I hope you still like him. Again that's all for now.


Juanito, over and out.

Ancient Ormigite Infection

Ok so I have been GMing a semi-ongoing Ormigite campaign and in these campaigns we have run across some insectoid-monster-things that seem to have come from the crew... hmmmm... sound like DeadSpace to anyone? (haha) Anyway here is a quick picture I did of what I thought these infected guys look like. Hope you all like the pic and also my Ormigite campaigns. Well that's all for now.


- Juanito, over and out.

 

Juan and the Order of the Scythe

Here is an abridged story version of a campaign me and Xzebo played a long while back. I was just really wanting to draw some MOAG stuff and decided to write a story along with it. Sorry if there are spelling and grammatical errors. I kinda just cranked out the story, but I hope you all enjoy it.

Now there was a time, not too long ago that I thought I was going to die out in space. I am almost 150 years old and I have seen more than my fair share of war and death in life. I have seen 2 wives put to rest, I have long outlived my 3 children, but I have rarely felt near death’s embrace. Except this story is about one of those occasions.

After living through the Conar invasion and countless other mercenary missions as a pilot I was tired of all the fighting. So like any other halfway-decent pilot; I got into the transport business, and as a private taxi for Mo-Ti-Qee emissaries I lived a nice safe life and made A LOT of money.

I was living a good life trying to forget all the bad things that had happened in the past when on one particular trip ‘BAM!’ and then total loss of engine control. Immediately after a message on the screen, “Legendary Juan Casador you are now under Scythe control. Prepare to be boarded.” I did what any honorable captain might do to protect his clients. I grabbed my gun and ran to the airlock.

I could tell that they were having troubles hacking my airlock door so I decided to “help them.” I readied my gun and hit the open button. But before I could even fire a single shot a bright light and shock slammed into me knocking me to the floor and overloading my senses. I was unconscious.

Next thing I knew I was waking up in a room tied to a chair with seven other guys in the same situation as me. There was a weird one sitting right next to me. He seem to be a Nar-Eskan but had a tail and four arms, and looked as beat up as I felt. “Ey, my name’s Juan, how’s it going?” I said to him. “Yirsed Tulex, pleased to meet you Juan.” he replied.

Before I could say anything else in walked a unit of Conara lead by what looked like a Conara admiral except he wore an insignia that I had never seen before. He stopped in front of all us prisoner while the rest of the Conara put some kind collar around all of our necks. The Admiral then said, “My name is General Decok VaDesh and I have been sent here to explain to you that we, the Order of Scythe, have recruited you to fight for our cause against the corrupt Conara Government.

I immediately thought to myself, “Oh great another dumb ex-Conara-general who didn’t get something he wanted, got a few guys to follow him, and now is fighting the brute force of the Conara Military... Dumbass!” But luckily before I vocalized my thoughts, one of the other prisoners shouted, “Recruited us? More like captured us!”

Without any retort the General pulled out a device, clicked a few buttons. Instantly, the shouting prisoner went limp, his eyes rolled back in his head and then he was dead. The General then said, “Due to your remarkable piloting careers, each of you have been chosen to help us in our fight.” All the alarms blared but the General continued, “We are about to battle a starfleet occupying crucial location and expect you all to fight for our cause. If not the poison in your collars will be injected like you have just seen with your friend here.”

We were then led through the ship corridors into the hangar bay where we were outfitted and put into our fighter ships. Before they closed our cockpits I glanced over at Yirsed who looked very unpleased and yelled, “Hey! Killin’ Scythe Conara, or regular Conara. Either way it sounds good to me!” I think I saw him smile just as the shell went down.

Next thing I know we are out in space and Yirsed is radioing to me saying to me, “it would be an honor to follow the Legendary Juan’s lead.” I agreed but the rest is all a blur to me. Though if someone was watching us fly I think they would describe Yirsed and I as the angels of death weaving in and out of the enemys’ formations causing more destruction than we could even remember.

We were in ‘the zone’ more than I had ever been before my ship followed my every command. It was as if I just had to think it and my ship obey. Until, BOOM! Warning: internal combustion malfunction. “Damn second rate Dalkanowas!” I screamed as more warnings go off. But this time they said Warning: Incoming missile. I pulled the eject lever. Then I was out in space. I was floating a a peace came over me, the peace that only certain death can bring.

Less than a minute of oxygen and I just stared out into space admiring the stars. It got hard to breath then soon after the darkness started creeping in. I then lost consciousness.

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Then I feel something. A sensation of coldness on my cheek. I slowly open my eyes to a crowded corridor. People all around me walking by; staring at me, the strange human, lying on the ground. I get up covered in mud and blood and oil. I ask the first person I see, “Hey, where am I.” He says, “Sir you are on Koje.”