UT3 Mod

This is uploaded for my dear bf yang jakun pc cannot read .doc or .pdfs :P

The rest of you may skip it, or if you are curious about my assignment, can skip the whole wordy intro to the screenshots below. :)

Or you can read the intro anyway to understand the level better. XD

Also, the level is nowhere near completion, so please don't nitpick about textures that don't match or bad lighting. All will be redone and the empty space is going to be filled up with static meshes (basically preset objects within the Unreal Editor,) but at the moment it's rather empty. (:

The map is made using the Unreal Editor for Unreal Tournament 3. Our assignment is to design a working game mod, complete with story, layout, weapons, bot capabilities etc. I'm working on the final level (out of 3) where the final battle takes place.

It's not as easy as it sounds, but it is a whole lot of fun. Most enjoyable assignment EVERRRR <3 And I get to play it too :P

Without further ado, here we go!

Alienate: Final level design – The transmission building

The transmission building is where Alisha has to battle her way to the transmitter and survive until help arrives. The level is contains three floors – the ground floor where she enters the building (spawn point); the basement where numerous health and armor boosts as well as weapons will be placed; and finally the top level which is made up of walkways parallel to the walls which will lead Alisha to the transmission room and escape.

Ground floor:

The ground floor is a relatively open space, exposed to attacks from above. I will put in more static mesh ‘junk’ later on, probably breakable boxes and some electronic equipment to give the player some cover.

Basement:

The basement is basically 2 hallways laid out as concentric circles surrounding a platform in the middle of the floor. The platform will contain something valuable – a powerful weapon or or a strong armor or health boost. This platform is relatively easy to get to; it is accessible from the ground floor where you can jump through a hole in the floor, or even leaping from the top floor’s catwalks. However, due to the valuable nature of the item the platform will contain, it is designed to be vulnerable and slightly difficult to escape. The platform will be surrounded by a damage volume (visually depicted as acid or lava – yet to be placed) and is vulnerable through horizontal silts in the walls. To escape, one must leap over the damage volume through one of three very narrow corridors.

More junk will be added throughout the hallways later on. Lighting is dim to allow the player to hide and surprise incoming enemies due to poor visibility.

Top floor:

The top floor gives near perfect vision of the ground floor. However, it is also vulnerable to attacks as it is very open, with barely anything to hide behind. This is to make it challenging for the player to reach the transmitter room. Stretching across the level is a vent, which grants the player some cover, as well as contain a shortcut into the transmission. However, this vent is dangerous as one would be exposed to attacks from both end of the vent should multiple enemies appear at the same time.

Screenshot 1: View from top floor.

Screenshot 2: Looking up from the ground floor.

Screenshot 3: Light shining down into the platform in the basement.

Screenshot 4: Ramp leading into the basement.

Screenshot 5: Looking through the two concentric hallways to the platform in the center of the basement.

Screenshot 6: The platform in the basement. The weapon pickup factory is just a placeholder – to be replaced with more practical items later.

Screenshot 7: The outer circle of the basement. The outer wall is lined with pillars to give limited shelter and blind spots.

Screenshot 8: The jump pad linking the three floors. There are two separate physics volume – one for each floor. The player – with proper control – can exit at the floor desired. Each physics volume is located between each floor. The player can exit at the first floor if needed, or the player can choose to go to the top floor. There is a gap between the volumes, to allow time to exit at ground floor – if left too long, the player is caught up in the second physics volume and is sent to the top floor.

Screenshot 9: The ladder leading up to the vent

Screenshot 10: The vent. To the right is the turn off that leads into the transmission room. You have to crouch to get in.

Screenshot 11: The exit of the vent in the transmission room

Screenshot 12: The vent’s exit in the transmission room. I will place boxes that allow the player to climb up to it. Also, a grille will be placed over the vent that can be broken the first time the player accesses it.

Screenshot 13: A lift will be placed here to link the ground and first floors. The lift should be programmed to always return to the ground floor after use.

Screenshot 14: Looking out from the basement platform into the hallways.

Screenshot 15: Standing view from the basement’s inner hallway to the platform.

Screenshot 16: Crouching view from the basement’s inner hallway to the platform. Enemies will be visible. Skilled rifle players or snipers can shoot enemies from here.

Screenshot 17: Sniper’s view from the basement’s inner hallway to the platform.

Screenshot 18: Regular view from the top floor’s catwalk to the basement.

Screenshot 19: Sniper’s view from the top floor’s catwalk to the basement.

Constructive criticism from all parties welcome, especially from fps players :) Questions also welcome!

ZOMG NAKED CHICK!

Warning: Nudity ahead! (I would think this would compel you to read even more, instead of deterring you ~__~)

Yea, so I've been seeing a lot of this naked girl lately. On facebook, that is. The link to her picture and profile is spreading like wildfire - on my news feed, at least. Maybe I know lots of perverts?

A dota friend who I haven't spoken to in forever (we had an argument over dota, har har har) suddenly messaged me enthusiastically and gave me the link to the picture, promising me that I would laugh when I saw it.

And it's coming up soon, so leave now if you don't wanna see it...

Here you go, horndogs! Picture of the facebook naked asian chick:

I'm sorry to let you down la, but I didn't find it particularly funny or erotic.

I mean, I'm a girl. I shower. I see a naked female body every single day of my life. So seeing another naked girl on facebook is kinda meh. (My dota buddy's just a little boy though, I'm sure things like these are like teddy bears raining down from heaven into an orphan's hands for him.)

Anyway, the girl's body is fine, average boobs, relatively flat tummy, slim arms and legs. I'd say she looks something like what I see in my bathroom mirror everyday, but with nicer arms.

Oh shit, did I just let you picture me naked? I'm kidding! Ah whatever, it's just another portrait in the library of porn stored in your teenage minds.

But anyhow, the picture showed up on my news feed again, with guys going googly-eyed and girls being bitchy in general.

Hmm. It's funny how the girls who are bitching about the naked chick's small boobs being too small - 'so small show what show ah? So proud meh?' - are flat-chested.

HAHAHA. What are you talking about? I say that I'm flat-chested, but if mine is flat yours must be damn well concave, girl!*

Boxed in blue is the girl who made the offending comment.

I'm a girl and I think her (naked chick's) boobs are a fine size for her body - any bigger and they'd start to sag without a bra. 


EH BLUE YOU JEALOUS IS IT? 

No, I'm not condoning posting naked piccies of yourself or anyone else on facebook - or anywhere else, for that matter.

But to Blue: Your breasts aren't show-off worthy and though the girl was very lewd by posting those pics up, why must you bitch about the size of her breasts?

I mean, go ahead, preach away in that righteous tone about obscenity and your body is a temple blablabla. (I heard a joke: Why do they tell us girls that our body is a temnple? I sure as hell wouldn't want a guy coming in me and praying.)

Bitching about how immoral/obscene she is, then it's understandable la. We're all saints who commit absolutely no sin after all, right?

But come on, bitching about how another girl's boobs is small when you DON'T HAVE any just smacks of jealousy, doesn't it?

It's like not being able to sing in tune, but say Lady Gaga sucks cause she has no 'vocal range.'

Or having stick figures as the only evidence of your drawing skills but criticizing some aspiring artist on deviantart.

Or being so ugly that you don't even dare to post your real picture on facebook, yet constantly telling other people how ugly their hair/nose/legs/etc are.

I don't know la, we humans aren't all sugar and spice, but this is too much laaaaa. Come on.

(another girl on the same post)

So, if I have DD cup boobs, that means I'm allowed to post them on facebook for all to see? :o

Hell, let's grant ALL big-breasted girls the right to walk around naked! Even if they are obese and their tummies are big as big as their breasts, yes, please walk around stark naked because your boobs are big enough to be worthy of public display!

Ridiculous.

*Yea, I didn't censor the picture cause I'm lazy and you can't see her face head on anyway. (Profile ftw, especially to show chest size.) Don't be offended if you don't know her - censorship is to protect anonymity and if you can't recognise this girl as your friend, you can't say anything. :D AND it was readily available to the public (me) on facebook, so if you want me to take this down, ask her to take hers down first. :)


Long p.s. You can't have naturally big and perky boobs, guys. You either get them:


1. small and perky
2. big and saggy or
3. big, perky and plastic


(of course, there are those of the small yet saggy variety, but they're just too unfortunate to mention *sadface* oops I just did)


Anyway guys should all stop commenting about wanting a skinny girlfriend with big boobs unless you have 6-pack abs and an 8-inch dick, kthx <3

Holidays!

Finally handed in the dumb animatic.

I'm happy that I've finally gotten myself acquainted with my tablet, which has been sleeping behind my laptop for months. I'm still not very good with it yet, and I'm not very familiar with most features of Photoshop so we have to wait a while until I start painting really nice stuff.

: )

My sleeping hours are screwed up again, thanks to an extra long CS session yesterday. Went to bed after 8 am wtf. I was awake 24 hours already by then, with 2 hours sleep the night before.

Met more people who said I'm pretty, but although I beam at their comment, I still feel ugly. Figures. Childhood memories don't fade that fast.

It's funny to see how differently people treat you when you get your braces off, grow your hair out and have your skin cleared up by a professional torturer aka facialist.

It almost feels like it's cheating - paying for people to treat you nicer, right?

In essence, I'm still the same person who sits berkangkang, with unwashed hair and drools in her sleep.

Of course, I'm not complaining that people tend to treat me better now, especially guys. However, online appearances are always deceiving, and I'm afraid if any of my online friends see me in real life they will run away screaming OMG UGLYYY! D:

Well. It hasn't happened yet, but who knows? But a better question would be, why do I care?

I mean I like my face enough, although it's not perfect. I have slightly lopsided eyes, a big nose with a slight bump, thin lips, straight eyebrows, seriously crooked bone structure and messy wavy hair.

Some days I wish I had a symmetrical face, a dainty ski-slope nose, full lips, and long, straight, shiny hair but then I'd look like every other 'pretty' girl out there.

I want to be pretty, but I want to be special at the same time. What a pity most people's notion of beauty is the same - which makes you inexplicably boring to look at after the first 'wah so pretty!'

But then I want a lot of things.

I want to be pretty.

I want to be a fantastic artist.

I want to be a kick-ass gamer.

I want to be a filial daughter.

I want to be a dedicated girlfriend.

I want to be a loyal friend.

I want to be a good person.

And I want to stand out in everything I do, but sadly, I fall short of almost everything (maybe everything) and sometimes it just seems like everyone is better than you, no matter what it is that you want to do.

And my most shameful shortcoming? Giving up. I surrender at the first sign of losing.

I can't stand to see myself losing a fair fight, so I stop trying - some twisted way of deceiving myself. 'I'm not losing, I just slacking.'

When I was young, I wanted so many things.

I wanted to be respected, adored, feared. I wanted to be a vet and save lives of animals. I wanted to be a scientist, a mathematician, a rockstar.

Now I can narrow down my list to the aforementioned 7 desires.

I used to crave excellence, but wanted to seem like I wasn't really trying.

I ended up REALLY not trying. And subsequently failing. Then saying 'of course I can do better, I just can't be bothered.'

Fail fail fail.

I remember when I was in standard 1 and I had a 100% percent average. I was head of the class, and everyone knew me and everyone wanted to be on my good side.

I was an ugly kid I guess. But when you're 7, looks don't matter. I don't remember what I was like, or what quality I had that drew people to me but anyhow it's gone now!

I'm not sure exactly when the decline started...I guess when I switched schools and started over in standard 5. I was insecure, gangly, horrible at chinese with a 'yang ren' face (Westerner, not goat. Please man.)

And OH what a crime - I liked to read. Instantly labeled nerd. Yay happy happy. Coupled with the fact that I was one of the 6 PTS students from that year...oh my god. Not to mention my salad bowl and specs and buck teeth and knobbly knees.

LOL. Even typing it out makes me laugh. What a pathetic mental image right?

I guess it was then I wanted to be 'effortlessly' smart. There's a different feeling between getting good results out of hard work, and getting good results just cause you're 'smart like that.'

I guess you feel like a genius for a second there. But it got worse...when I started secondary I already felt so alienated by my peers it was just sad. And I STILL liked to read and I refuse to give it up. Why should I give it up because people think it's nerdy or snobbish?

-_- I like to read, sudahlah. Judgemental pricks.

I was at my most antisocial point in life then. I felt like everyone was judging me. From the way I looked to the way I walk and the things I say (or don't say.) I still remember that Siew Lei told me she could still remember her first impression of me - even now!

I was doing a hamtaro impression - munching jagung. Wtf? HAHA. And I still had my adorable buckteeth then, to enhance the hamster effect.

Starting secondary changed me. I was no longer an outstanding student. From being top of the year in english, maths and BM (omg I can't believe I was a BM star student in primary) I was just...average.

Part of me felt relieved that I wouldn't be singled out for my 'nerdiness' any more, but part of me felt disappointed that I was no longer one of the best.

And I slacked. Boy, did I slack. I still can't believe I could DotA throughout SPM. I see my gaming kakis quit gaming for their exams, and I couldn't do even that. I remember playing until past midnight and going to sit for a paper 7 hours later.

Results day was a painful day for me. I finally realise that the 'effortlessly' excelling thing wasn't working out for me. I remember sitting in the hall, praying (ridiculously) that I could somehow manage 9 As. And when my name wasn't called I hoped (stupidly) for 8 As.

And when my name STILL wasn't called, my heart just plummeted, and I realised omg what the fuck have I been doing?

And then I went to college and didn't qualify for the Taylor's scholarship/subsidy that required a minimum of 8As/7A1s.

I remember looking at my results - 7As/6A1s and cursing the government for letting me get A2 on Bio and costing me the grant.

Bio was a subject I aced! A1 through Form 4 and 5 and I got an A2 when I needed it the most? What the hell?

Then I realised it wasn't the government's fault that I didn't get my scholarship (though the education system is still horribly biased and stupid.) It was my fault for not working hard enough.

I'm pretty goddamned sure I could have been a straight A student if I really tried. But I was still in that dumb fantasy that being smart and not investing any hard work would be sufficient to carry me through life easily.

Although my results are pretty fucking good for someone who barely studied (lowest were B3s), I know my family were very disappointed in me. My mom said it was alright, as long as I tried my best she was alright with my results.

Tried my best? PFFT. I barely tried. I failed Add Maths and Chemistry through secondary and only deigned to catch up less than a month before SPM.

I'm so lucky to even have Abigail who was kind enough to give me a crash course in so many subjects - history, chem, and add maths - while she also had to study. AND she got straight As.

I feel so ashamed. At the time I felt proud that I scored that much without studying, but I just feel dumb.

Although it wasn't of much consequence (besides losing the Taylor's money) I still feel like a loser.

College was the same. I stoned and slept my way through college. =__= I spent more time playing at Ftz than being in english and accounts class.

See. Got evidence. The whole row was my classmates, lol.

I kept telling myself that I was smart and I would survive college and uni and eventually the workforce.

I reluctantly applied for the RMIT scholarship after my mom bugged me about it. I was so lax about myself that I didn't even trust myself to apply for a scholarship even when I had nothing to lose. I didn't believe I could get it. I had lost so much confidence in myself by then.

Then, a letter came. I got it. I GOT IT! My mom was literally dancing around with joy, and I realised that since my sweep of trophies and passing the PTS in standard 3, I have achieved virtually NOTHING in the previous 8 years.

What a pathetic, slacking slob this promising kid had become. I could only imagine how hurt my parents must have been to see all that lost potential.

Foundation year in RMIT was the best year for me. It was the year that reminded me how good it felt to have hard work pay off AND how satisfying it felt to know that you had truly done your best.

I graduated with a high distinction average (81) and I hadn't felt better in years.

This year, I slacked a little in Semester 1. Was dealing with a fair amount of homesickness and had to deal with difficult teammates and some shit. However, I am determined to do my best this semester. :)

It's the holidays, and I'm heading back to the games lab to work. ^__^

Maya here I come :D

I blogged this post across almost 10 hours. So if you missed the point...you probably didn't cause I don't know what the point was supposed to be either.