Wilco

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Its actually quite large. Some plant and ground textures need a bit of touch up, but Drow has a hold of them and he'll make it all better. Overall the island is a beautiful scene and extremely vegetated.

Goes good with the water

Heh...I noticed in http://members.chello.nl/t.zuure/R!cHaRd/Dsc00061.jpg he's missing his flashhider

Updates! Model by Hammy(Not Final): http://www.ofpnam.com/unsungfiles/m16.jpg Models by Lord Wax(Not Final): http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/Bild1.jpg http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/Bild4.jpg http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/Bridge1.jpg http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/Bridge2.jpg http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/Bridge4.jpg http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/m14sawn.jpg http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/TheUnsung/Bridge3.jpg Comments welcomed

As of now, I'm pretty sure Thru will release it alone, but I haven't heard anything new.

Thru was polite enough to give "The Unsung" team a copy With my 600mhz, it is a tiny bit laggy, but performs quite well, so no problems for anyone with a 1ghz+.

Man, I went for that effect.......unfortunetaly it didn't quite work out..... And I'm glad you guys like my water stuff, I'm planning to make a new darker one, greenish sort of, you get the idea.

M16: Small update http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/Wilco/m16-2.jpg Changed the stock, more brighter white, and also the barrel. http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/Wilco/barrel.jpg The silver, I will probobaly change, looks unrealistic.

The M16 is TGA texture. And we plan to maybe do some cooperation with SEB, although most of its members are active with other mods, it would be nice if we could. I plan to make the foregrip a little more realistic also. Â The AK needs work on the reciever, if you can tell, it doesn't line up correctly. Â More photos soon. EDIT: Let me get a new picture up of the M16, I changed the magazine and grip on it.

Well, I have a short story due for English, and I'm deciding to do it on a future based fictional war story, check it out. Â Tell me if you can picture the scene in your head. The loud sound of gunfire and explosions can be heard as the three soldiers disembarked from the blackhawk helicopter. The year is 2005, the United States of America has been invaded by the Russian military, and America has become a war zone. PFC Phillip Lorenzo scouts out the area around the LZ of the small Marine Force Recon scout team. He returns to give Sgt. James Donovan and Staff Sgt. Timothy Durant the news that no enemy soldiers are hiding within the surrounding buildings. The team moves out, passing a bullet riddled sign that reads "Welcome to Manhattan". The soldiers set up a small camp to spend the night. Looking across the street, one can see burning, destroyed vehicles of all the sort. Military hummers with larger gaping holes, tanks with the treads ripped off and fire coming from the engine and turret compartments. Large holes on the sides of the buildings reveal rooms in which families once lived. Craters fill the street, making is unpassable for vehicles to move. Glass from windows lays on the street, along with shell casings from once hot barrels, from which a man once shot. Now he, and his rifle are silent on the sidewalk. Lorenzo moves to secure a Fed Ex building along the street that was once used as a Russian emplacement. Within the building, Lorenzo finds Automatic Kalashnikov rifles, medical bandages with the stain of death on them, spent shells litter the floor, along with cigarette butts and broken tiles. Holes in the wall bring in small rays of sunlight. Lorenzo moves to secure the back, there he finds a truck torn apart by shrapnel from a mortar round, as he peers inside, the stench of dead overflows into his nose, making him cough and move away. Lorenzo looks in to find a Russian soldier, lying against the side of the truck. His eyes and face are the color of death. "He must of been dead for a few days now" "You got that right" Lorenzo pulls around with his rifle aiming at the foreign voice. "Put that away kid, you'll get someone killed out here, maybe yourself" durant says. "Sorry sir, just watching out for myself and the team" "Don't get too trigger happy, theres another one of us out there too" "Yes sir, sorry sir, by the way sir, where is Sgt. Donovan?" "Oh, he's out collecting some wood and other supplies for the fire" Meanwhile, Donovan walks silently through a small hardware store, picking up a few pieces of wood strewn across the store. He finds a secret stash of matches and lantern oil, along with a lantern and small caliber pistol. "Must of been the owners hideout" Donovan thinks. Suddenly, automatic gunfire is heard near the fed ex store. Donovan dashes to the store, kicks open the door to find Durant and Lorenzo kneeling behind a desk. "There a ruskie patrol that just stopped by, I guess they are picking up some things they left" "Anyone hit?" Says Donovan "Nope, only one ruskie who decided to rush the place without securing the perimeter first" Durant replies Donovan sets up his M249 SAW on a counter in the lobby room and begins to fire out of the window. Lorenzo and Durant aim for the open garage door with their M4 rifles. The loud sound of the automatic weapons is deafening, along with the hot smell of gunpowder. The russian patrol takes a few more casualties and decides to pull back. All three cease fire of their weapons and secure the area. Adrenaline pumping within their viens they peer around every corner, looking for a Russian soldier awaiting to ambush them. Noone is found, so they decide to set up for the night inside the hardware store, for fear the Russian soldiers may come back in the night. Next morning, they move out. Their mission is to find and secure a building that can send radio frequencies in and out of downtown Manhattan. They begin their Journey, starting on the North side, going south along the Hudson River. The sights and smells are horrific, burning buildings cast bright shows of fire, exploding munitions trigger the three to react in hostile modes, and the smell of death, gunpowder, and gasoline fill the air and then their nostrils. Bodies are afloat in the harbor waters, destroyed ships, to large to sink down to the bottom, poke out like jagged steal glaciers within the June hot weather. Buildings are plagued with holes and missing chunks, from gunfire and war. The existing glass from skyscrapers reflect the horror of war, like a mirror of hell. Rifles and ammunition lay across the street, their keeper lays next to them, bloody and gone, long gone, from the sights and sounds of war, horror, and anguish. Hours go by, along with memories of the past and thoughts of the future. Suddenly, Durant realizes that they aren't where they should be. "Any of you boys recognize this place?" He asks Lorenzo replies "No sir, I have never been to Manhattan, this is my first time, and probably my last" "And that means what Lorenzo? Your saying your going to die" "No sir, I just don't ever want to visit hell again" "Me neither Lorenzo, me neither...." Like I said, Im not finished, I plan to type up alot more.

Well I tried to think as them. They're in a war-torn city, they are 3 men strong, they need everything they can get, and need to clear out the area, and to do so, they should/need to split up, get things going quicker. I would of done that, and plus, noone is watching them

Theory is, Guba makes decisions based on his orders that he gets. After reading the statement above, I see that it makes no sense.....

Your lucky he's in there!

I already turned it in, but you guys can add onto the story, add more characters and such to this post.

Update, whole story, it's complete: The loud sound of gunfire and explosions can be heard as the three soldiers disembarked from the Blackhawk helicopter. The year is 2005, and the United States of America has been invaded by the Russian military. America has become a war zone. PFC Phillip Lapoint scouts out the area around the LZ of the small Marine Force Recon scout team. He returns to give Sgt. James Donovan and Staff Sgt. Timothy Durant the news that no enemy soldiers are hiding within the surrounding buildings. The team moves out, passing a bullet riddled sign that reads "Welcome to Manhattan". The soldiers set up a small camp to spend the night. Looking across the street, one can see burning, destroyed vehicles of the entire sort. Military hummers with larger gaping holes, tanks with the treads ripped off and fire coming from the engine and turret compartments. Large holes on the sides of the buildings reveal rooms in which families once lived. Craters fill the street; making is impassable for vehicles to move. Glass from windows lies on the street, along with shell casings from once hot barrels, from which a man once shot. Now he and his rifle are silent on the sidewalk. Lapoint moves to secure a Fed Ex building along the street that was once used as a Russian emplacement. Within the building, Lorenzo finds Automatic Kalashnikov rifles, medical bandages with the stain of death on them, spent shells litter the floor, along with cigarette butts and broken tiles. Holes in the wall bring in small rays of sunlight. Lapoint moves to secure the back, there he finds a truck torn apart by shrapnel from a mortar round, as he peers inside, the stench of dead overflows him, making him cough and quickly drawback. Lapoint looks in to find a Russian soldier, lying against the side of the truck. His eyes and face are the color of death. "He must have been dead for a few days now" "You got that right" Lapoint pulls around with his rifle aiming at the foreign voice. "Put that away kid, you'll get someone killed out here, maybe yourself" Durant says. "Sorry sir, just watching out for myself and the team" "Don't get too trigger happy, there’s another one of us out there too" "Yes sir, sorry sir, by the way sir, where is Sgt. Donovan?" "Oh, he's out collecting some wood and other supplies for the fire" Meanwhile, Donovan walks silently through a small hardware store, picking up a few pieces of wood strewn across the store. He finds a secret stash of matches and lantern oil, along with a lantern and small caliber pistol. "Must have been the owner’s hideout" Donovan thinks. Suddenly, automatic gunfire is heard near the FedEx store. Donovan dashes to the store, kicks open the door to find Durant and Lorenzo kneeling behind a desk. "There a ruskie patrol that just stopped by, I guess they are picking up some things they left" "Anyone hit?" Says Donovan "Nope, only one ruskie who decided to rush the place without securing the perimeter first" Durant replies Donovan sets up his M249 SAW on a counter in the lobby room and begins to fire out of the window. Lapoint and Durant aim for the open garage door with their M4 rifles. The loud sound of the automatic weapons is deafening. The Russian patrol takes a few more casualties and decides to pull back. All three cease fire of their weapons and secure the area. Adrenaline pumping within their veins they peer around every corner, looking for a Russian soldier waiting to ambush them. No one is found, so they decide to set up for the night inside the hardware store across the street, for fear the Russian soldiers may come back in the night. Next morning, they move out. Their mission is to find and secure a building that can send radio frequencies in and out of downtown Manhattan. They begin their Journey, starting on the North side, going south along the Hudson River. The sights and smells are horrific, burning buildings cast bright shows of fire, exploding munitions trigger the three to react in defensive modes, and the smell of death, gunpowder, and gasoline fill the air and then their minds. Bodies are afloat in the harbor waters, destroyed ships; to large to sink down to the bottom, poke out like jagged steal glaciers within the June hot weather. Buildings are plagued with holes and missing chunks, from gunfire and war. The existing glasses from skyscrapers reflect the horror of war, like a mirror of hell. Rifles and ammunition lay across the street, their keeper lays next to them, bloody and gone, long gone, from the sights and sounds of war, horror, and anguish. Hours go by, along with memories of the past and thoughts of the future. Suddenly, Durant realizes that they aren't where they should be. "Any of you boys recognize this place?" He asks Lapoint replies "No sir, I have never been to Manhattan, this is my first time, and probably my last" "And that means what Lapoint? Your saying you’re going to die?" "No sir, I just don't ever want to visit hell again" "Me neither Lapoint, me neither...." The three cross a street, suddenly a high caliber rifle shatters through the smoke and hits the ground inches away from Lapoint, all three suddenly seek cover behind a burned out jeep. "What was that!!??" Lapoint screams "Quit you’re whining, seems to me like you have an angel riding along in your gear" Durant exclaims "Well thanks for noticing, but what was it, a sniper-" "Exactly" as Donovan cuts off Lapoint Donovan and Durant decide to light up a cigarette in the middle of it all. "Want a cig?" Donovan asks Lapoint "Sorry, don't smoke" "Well then you should start, it’s about the only thing you can do around here besides kill and hate" "True, but I still don't smoke sir" "Suit yourself kid" Throughout the night, shots ring out around the three, they get no sleep, and as dawn rises, footsteps are heard on the right side of the team. The sniper who shot at them walks around the corner checking his kills, instinctively, the three act dead, and as the sniper turns around, Durant puts a bullet to him, ending his career, and life. Donovan stumbles up "Well, that’s the last of him I suppose" "You got that right Donovan" replies Durant Throughout the day the team searches for a building high enough to send radio signals out. Lapoint checks his watch and finds that is has been broken since last night, the other two laughs at him as he curses at it, then throws it down on the ground and stomps on it. With the sun setting, the team walks around the corner, surprised to see the building they have been searching for all along still stands, chunks of concrete and steel are missing, but it has held out. Lapoint and Durant check out the building, while Donovan sets up the communications link. Lapoint try’s the elevator, and surprisingly it still works, so the two begin their journey to the top floor. Sparks fly as the elevator slowly moves up and comes to a halt. The two walk out, guns drawn, ready to pull their trigger at anything that jumps out. The roof is clear and Lapoint begins to dust off a sign. "Empire State Building Top Floor" "Yeah, it's now the tallest building in Manhattan after the Ruskies torn down the World Trade Center Towers to make room for a new base" Durant depressingly says Across the Harbor lies The Statue of Liberty, The torch for which it held is gone, and a large chunk of the left side has also been torn off. Amazingly it still stands, as the last beacon of hope and freedom for the United States. The two make their journey back down to the lower lobby. They make it back to see that Donovan has set up camp, and has cooked some hotdogs and buns. As they sit and eat, no one speaks, but thinks about the old times, when New York and all of The United States was free. The next morning they are ready to call in HQ for a helicopter extraction. They get the heads up that a Blackhawk helicopter will be flying in in about 10 minutes. They get ready and move to the New York Harbor where the helicopter is called for pickup. The small bass of the helicopter rotors can be heard, slowly louder and louder they sound, until finally overhead. As they get in, they wish their goodbyes to the forgotten place, for none never wish to visit again. As the chopper fly’s away, the pilot screams something that hits everyone to the bone "SAM LOCKON SAM LOCKON!" "WE GOT A LOCK ON AT 12 O' CLOCK!" "ONE MISSLE INBOUND!" "IT'S GOING TO HIT, BE READY!" The missile rips through the tail, shearing it off, the Blackhawk spins in the air as the pilots try to regain control. It spins over the Hudson Bay, drawing nearer and nearer to The Statue of Liberty. Death is inevitable, the team of three and the two pilots brace for impact. The Blackhawk hits The Statue of Liberty, everyone onboard is killed. Then, The Statue of Liberty slowly leans to its side, and falls into the Hudson Bay.....

Yeah no problem, Ill change names to anyone that wants their name in it if you want.

Well, I will, pictures would be nice also.

Alpha pictures   I still need to add eye areas and a little bit of texture change around the facial area. Dalmationish.......

Crappy textures, but oh well.... http://www.tacticalblunder.com/~uploads/Wilco/Screenshot125.jpg I plan to retexture it to a dalmation or greyhound, it reminds me mostly of a greyhound. It says sherrif on the side if you dont know, I plan to put a rescue thing on it also.

Blackdog: Damn sexy, "nuff" said.

Well right now Im with another mod, but we are still waiting for some addon makers and such, so I could just help you out a little.

Yeah, and its pretty complicated and wierd......

Bratty, have you tried sizing the deck down? it looks quite large and not really resolized(is it even a word?).  What I mean is clear and sharp, if you want you could let me get a hold of the carrier deck .pac  and I'll see what I can do if you like  . If not, then no problem.  edit: http://www.h3.dion.ne.jp/~mokei/image/wooden%20deck.jpg I found this looking around

*Swig* Der dat damn varmit, right der! *Swig* *Kaboom!* *Car Alarm* *Swig* God damnit.....those chevy's know how to run!