It is fascinating what you have done with the legs and the tail. They seem a bit sleeker than the usual, and give off the impression of a high speed athletic Godzilla.
I'm relatively new to making kaijus, much less Godzilla OVs, but here's my attempt at one!
Dubbed GaiaGoji, he is the impersonation of niht and darkness- I'm playing much more into a supernatural approach by making him just a force of nature beyond comprehension.
Mothra is coming up next as his direct light counterpart!
Love the super flashes, they pop so much. Love the new rev mechanics, they look simple but open-ended. Love the huge impact and game feel. Love the new Tizoc design, he looks badass. Love the new character, she's finally here. Love that there are two dubs to choose from.
SNK of this modern era improves with every single game. I really hope Garou has a good launch. Everyone's eyes are on the City of the Wolves.
There are three (or two) trailers, check them all out!
Superhero Race!
I was halfway into making this for a friend's birthday when I saw the news; so I poured my soul into making something worthy of Akira Toriyama's legacy. Without him and Dragon Ball, I wouldn't be the person I am today!
Thank you Toriyama Sensei, rest in peace.
I can't believe he's dead. A head injury? He wasn't even in poor health. Despite doing so much for the world across so many years, he was still working on something. He had many years left to live. He could have finished his current project, he could have retired, whatever he wanted. No way man. He can't be dead. This is wrong. No. I don't like this.
His legacy will live on forever, it's embedded into the DNA of so many things. He redefined manga, and video games too. He is the root cause. His characters are some of the most well recognized and beloved in the entire world.
Maybe I should collect my thoughts and write something more appropriate but my mind has been a mess ever since the news dropped a few hours ago. And I don't know what to do. I'm just walking around with a rotten mood. It's already announced his family isn't accepting gifts at the moment. I can't fix this, I can't reason this out. It isn't something to be fixed after all. I'm not sobbing either, that would have been something. I changed my profile pictures and set a few statuses, but those are mere token gestures. It had to happen someday but this was too sudden.
In the original SNES version of Super Mario RPG, there is a box of toys on the floor of Booster's room at the top of Booster Tower, though it is extremely difficult to discern anything in it except for the Peach doll. The game's Nintendo Switch version makes the toys clearly visible, revealing previously unseen cameos.
In addition to the Peach doll, the box contains:
-a toy of Samus from the Metroid series
-a toy of Diskun, the mascot of the Japan-only Famicom Disk System (known to Western audiences for appearing as a trophy and a spirit in the Super Smash Bros. series)
-a toy of the red car from Stunt Race FX for the SNES (though not with the same color scheme it has in the game, leading some to believe this is not a direct reference to Stunt Race FX but merely an extremely unlikely coincidence)
-in addition, the Peach doll is sitting on top of a ROB accessory for the NES/Famicom, particularly the Japanese version of it.
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I achieved it. The goal was so unimportant, so trivial, so far behind in the past. I never thought about it all this time and I never figured it had much meaning for me. Eleven years after I first tried, I finally achieved this tiny goal. Cleared this singular challenge in a game full of so many just as hard, or even harder. But this is the one that got me tearful. I tried it on a whim. I felt nostalgic and I tried out this old challenge from years ago. I cleared those aforementioned harder challenges, and I felt nothing. But I care so much that I cleared this one. I can't say I ever cared that I couldn't do it. But now that I have done it, I feel overwhelmed. I could end it all here. Why did this little thing from my childhood turn out to be so important to me only now, when I could finally do it? Why did my mind hide this away in some corner? How strongly did my child self feel about this, that even now it hits me so hard? It's like I have received closure when I wasn't even looking for it. A life regret had been overcome. But the challenge is so unimportant. I don't know why I feel this way.