Their questions finally started to make sense. How did this happen? He made someone angry. How did he fall? He was cast away. Who did it? His own boyfriend.
His… own boyfriend.
He hoped those words could stay the same when this was over.
notes/ramblies under the cut - it’s kind of haphazard but it’s me writing down stuff i’m learning about C4D
Casual Xara model/texture made by ThePlayaJam765, its part of his mcsm model pack on dA :]
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okay so image backgrounds are a pain in the dick to position the camera around BUT i’m pretty proud of how this turned out.
I just rendered a bit of the nether from my survival world in MineImator to use as a background since I don’t have any proper models for beacontown/the Underneath/etc (i’d ask around but i have the social skills of a saltine so... if you have scenery models for c4d hmu...), then imported it into C4D as a background plane + mat (which doubled as teaching me how to put materials to things like that, bonus knowledge!)
Next up is better integrating the models with the image backgrounds, assuming I can’t figure out modeled scenery. Also figuring out KB/M shortcuts for the camera because clicking the buttons at the top fucking suuuuucks
okay, okay. ONE more redesign of admin!dop. I probably can’t model the cape but everything else should be easy to put together (maybe)
This particular outfit/colour scheme is based on something else, but he also has actually figured out powers (which im just pasting from my notes)
It's a self-sacrificing set of powers; you take the rage of others, and you can pull them from emotional lows deeper than the abyss, but in turn you have to take in those emotions.
Not very cash money if you don't quite know how to handle it.
He gives resources and advice to the people he speaks to, he uses the debug stick to ensure he has enough love and care for everyone, but even as the "last standing Admin" he just... doesn't have enough. It fucks him up and makes him angrier, which does not meld well with the anger he absorbs from others.
He's a resource-giving super therapist, but at what cost?
MORE STUFF UNDER THE CUT WHEEEE
He gives resources and materials to everyone who asks, talks to people if he can sense their negative emotions, and has the ability to pull even the saddest out of their darkest moments. But as a crucial tradeoff, he absorbs their negativity, the weight of it outweighing his own positivity (and he has to scuttle off and “recharge” if it gets bad enough)
Sometimes people make the mistake of visiting him while he’s trying to calm down and they end up... Typically back home, but people that really get on his bad side tend to go... Elsewhere? He just flings them wherever and just forgets. (This does not make him feel any better.)
He often pays it no mind; after all, he deserves at least a few minutes of break time between helping the people of Beacontown with their building needs and helping them with their troubles and helping them with their petty tasks and the occasional prank and oh god he really doesn’t catch a break does he?
has he slept at all? when was the last time he had even a simple carrot? has he talked to radar or jesse or lukas or any of ‘em at all outside of their venting and fussing?
oh dearie me indeed.
The worst of this I haven’t written out yet (I have vague scraps but nothing concrete), but eventually he catapults someone very close to him into The Great Whatever and then that’s when he panics and goes “oh god i’ve seriously fucked up now haven’t I”
so he focuses on those negative emotions in particular, sending himself deeper into the world than he thought even existed, finding him again. But when he does find him, he’s being taken care of by two friends-to-enemies-to-friends(?)-again. Who are less than pleased that their very close friend indeed’s very unique and super cool stick is being used by some purple hooligan.
In honing in on his partner’s negative emotions to track him down, he’s also been absorbing every burst of fear and anger he’s been having since his untimely yeeting - this, coupled with the other two’s shock and confusion, send him into a furious/angry/confused/scared/panic-attack-turned-emtional-outburst-turned-energy-meltdown and he goes absolutely ape shit.
Until the two look at each other, the man pointing to himself, and suddenly he’s got an arrow in his shoulder and the other guy has the stick, turning red (and glowing..?) before snapping the stick in half, stripping them both of power, destroying the stick - and the power infused within it - once and for all.
Nobody is happy about this - for the two, they’ve lost the last thing they all made together before their group fall apart, and for Dop, he’s afraid that he’s just burned their only ticket home.
