In the quiet of his office, Gortash's melody weaves a spell of its own—each note a whisper of memory, every chord a glimpse into the heart of a tyrant. Where words fail, music speaks.
i was filled with a mad desire to make a plastic lawnchair emote and i spent about a whole day losing my mind over figuring out what i was doing wrong everything, debugging, making unity crash like 5 times, staring at code i could barely comprehend but it was worth it just for this screenshot
(it's a little weird in multiplayer right now but hey. you can sit in a chair with your friends)
I thought that the most difficult part of creating this little story would be re-posing and re-adjusting all the junk that Marazhai carries around on him in each new scene. However, it turns out that the hardest thing was setting aside all of the finished artworks so I could share multiple of them at once later. Sooo… my willpower cracked a little bit and I decided to give you a sneak peek at what's coming!
XYZ. The classics. Cant beat them. Core of the whole thing. W. Scary. Mysterious. We know what it does, but how does it do it? Best not to worry. Trust in it. RGB. Underdogs. Tap into their power when you feel like carrying a bright torch into a dark cavern. UV. Necessary but not beloved. Mid. By their powers combined, he is...