ahaha! I am the first and only!
Unto this creation I post some rules:
Do not hate it, see it for the amount of effort put in and the work and time involved with creating it.
Anything unsupportive will be reported and (hopefully) removed promptly.
If you would like to appreciate this but cannot take a step back and look beyond certain aspects that shouldn’t but unfortunately do apply, just try to see the bigger picture, and think about how much time was put into this.
BESMIRCHED!
Dishonored,
My poem discarded,
A banana peel, stepped upon,
Made some poor worker,
Stumble and fall among
His papers, his drink,
His coffee and tablet.
Only to hate the banana peel more,
Distaste and distrust,
Disgust and damnation.
Or rather laugh,
That one poem made such as him slip,
Fall and collapse.
A small peel in a million peels,
But end up all the same.
For the peel a poem; story,
And the story a peel.
(Jk ;>)
In the spiral of red smoke and spinning blade,
I feel freedom given to birds upon flight
A lion upon hunt,
A bear upon meal.
A moment where the world is flipped,
Where those stuck to earth are now sky,
And sky now earth,
And the new earth unexplored,
A vast sea of cloud and blue,
Above is the old earth,
One of law and order,
Of people and city,
But below lies adventure, leaving no room for cities or people.
This steel bird I ride,
A mere guide in its fast journey,
We dance in the sky near the ground,
Daring and quicker than two on honeymoon.
The trail tells our story of dance,
But person after person focuses on the dancers,
And not the story behind them,
To take a step towards why,
Not who.
This ritual of flight and freedom,
The birds hums and sings, I lead,
We twist and flip on our floor,
The celestial spotlight keeping pace,
As those below envy our freedom,
Our life in the ocean of sky.
Beat of the waves against melted rock turned hammered steel,
Rocking reminding of a cradle
Not one of new life, but one of impending death,
The bow and arrow line up slowly,
Methodically and purposely.
Release, thunder strikes,
Three arrows fly beyond the blue horizon
Their wake a dropped stone in our cradle.
Our arrows, flung by method and strike,
Cause repeat our rival whom we struck.
One disturbs the medium which we travel,
Another strikes the stout armored archer, erupting in flame
Metal screams, tears, whines and melts.
The third follows suit the youngest.
Hums in hundreds drive overhead,
Birds of still wings and tapered beaks
Begin their dive screaming and roaring
Spat fire and metal, bounced like sparks from flame.
Laid steel eggs fall upon us,
Whose children wake in explosive birth,
Consuming and growing, sprouting wisp, thick grey wings who cloak death
Die slowly, by sharp contrast of cold and water,
In a sizzle, leaving legacy of scorched wood and warped steel.
The red deck of our ship enveloped in dozen,
Becomes a deep velvet, spotted with charred black, split by pits of flame and metal.
A smoky sun sets,
The corpses of blue steel birds damned to the depths,
Their children hunted and put out,
And a battle-worn Isyana limps for home.
This steel bird one of many.
Smoother than the untouched horizon of which, Has been so swiftly snowed upon.
Soot falls, a contrast imposter,
For that of a sweeter evening, I can think of none other;
Upon spot light, we dance in silhouette of thunder and smoke
The melodious hum of engine and engine rivaled; in the spiral of chaos and metal there is melody.
The beat of the gun
The pace of the game
With tug of yoke and throttle,
Glide on cloud and air, roles reversed;
Hunter is the hunted, and the hunted the hunters.
Slow, I gaze around,
Silhouettes of steel birds in chase, in battle,
Spit of fire and metal light their still wings and tapered beaks,
I watch as the bird of chase is pierced and felled,
Screaming in a ball of flame and fury,
Lit up what is the melody of man and steel,
The backlash of heat and tension,
The flight of steel birds, for hate, for belief
The fall of steel birds, for failure, for death,
None such a sweeter evening.
You could do a whole movie in SimplePlanes with just some ray tracing, anti aliasing, well placed non-royalty music and sound effects, and some AI mods. As well as good frames.
Whoa hol up.
@NumbersNumbersTheMan , by clicking your link we download the mod, but have no disclaimer, therefore, well, if our device of which has downloaded the mod and we are unaware of the disclaimer because of the direct link... big trouble
(Jk :))
The link doesn’t work because of the way this website works. You must do some special text wizardry that you can look up in the forums. Also it allows you to do
THIS
THIS
THIS
THIS
THIS
this this And this
And more that I cannot remember.
Custom landing gear looking fiiiine
So about powering servers with 5G....
You’re not wrong.
https://apple.news/Aijogamp6QbqBvlfXgjOqcA
@AndrewGarrison
Air Force One is getting a redo...
This bronze deserves gold. NOW.
30th
The Trojan Horse of the sea.
Impossible. Your scroll wheel must’ve been spinning near light speed to generate that much power.
We have all seen this before...
... the entirety of the PC master race is cringing... @Chaka
It was only a matter of time...
Ah yes, the flying EMP.
Caught your name change! @PoinX25tlessWhyShouldI
Ripperoni
Time to buy a PC @Chaka
PC only?
Goddamnit...
Has anyone ever found out where this even came from??
ahaha! I am the first and only!
Unto this creation I post some rules:
Do not hate it, see it for the amount of effort put in and the work and time involved with creating it.
Anything unsupportive will be reported and (hopefully) removed promptly.
If you would like to appreciate this but cannot take a step back and look beyond certain aspects that shouldn’t but unfortunately do apply, just try to see the bigger picture, and think about how much time was put into this.
THES DA RULES. DONT BREAK DA RULES.
I am very happy to see this on the all time page.
Hello Onedream, it’s been quite some time.
Das not an airbrake
Das a poop chute.
Yes the rover that poops samples. @BagelPlane
The shape is complex and dynamic. Keep it up!
I don’t trust that emote
I’ve already been Rick rolled once. @MIAW26PERSIAN
Wut
And now it is perko
We got Rick Rolled.
My poem got Rick Rolled.
Damn.
Pog
Mirage was in bed with a YF-23
BESMIRCHED!
Dishonored,
My poem discarded,
A banana peel, stepped upon,
Made some poor worker,
Stumble and fall among
His papers, his drink,
His coffee and tablet.
Only to hate the banana peel more,
Distaste and distrust,
Disgust and damnation.
Or rather laugh,
That one poem made such as him slip,
Fall and collapse.
A small peel in a million peels,
But end up all the same.
For the peel a poem; story,
And the story a peel.
(Jk ;>)
Better than the game itself
The Stage of Sky
In the spiral of red smoke and spinning blade,
I feel freedom given to birds upon flight
A lion upon hunt,
A bear upon meal.
A moment where the world is flipped,
Where those stuck to earth are now sky,
And sky now earth,
And the new earth unexplored,
A vast sea of cloud and blue,
Above is the old earth,
One of law and order,
Of people and city,
But below lies adventure, leaving no room for cities or people.
This steel bird I ride,
A mere guide in its fast journey,
We dance in the sky near the ground,
Daring and quicker than two on honeymoon.
The trail tells our story of dance,
But person after person focuses on the dancers,
And not the story behind them,
To take a step towards why,
Not who.
This ritual of flight and freedom,
The birds hums and sings, I lead,
We twist and flip on our floor,
The celestial spotlight keeping pace,
As those below envy our freedom,
Our life in the ocean of sky.
Le pin :)
Add a little orange...
Tweak engine performance...
Straight outta AC7
Isyana
Beat of the waves against melted rock turned hammered steel,
Rocking reminding of a cradle
Not one of new life, but one of impending death,
The bow and arrow line up slowly,
Methodically and purposely.
Release, thunder strikes,
Three arrows fly beyond the blue horizon
Their wake a dropped stone in our cradle.
Our arrows, flung by method and strike,
Cause repeat our rival whom we struck.
One disturbs the medium which we travel,
Another strikes the stout armored archer, erupting in flame
Metal screams, tears, whines and melts.
The third follows suit the youngest.
Hums in hundreds drive overhead,
Birds of still wings and tapered beaks
Begin their dive screaming and roaring
Spat fire and metal, bounced like sparks from flame.
Laid steel eggs fall upon us,
Whose children wake in explosive birth,
Consuming and growing, sprouting wisp, thick grey wings who cloak death
Die slowly, by sharp contrast of cold and water,
In a sizzle, leaving legacy of scorched wood and warped steel.
The red deck of our ship enveloped in dozen,
Becomes a deep velvet, spotted with charred black, split by pits of flame and metal.
A smoky sun sets,
The corpses of blue steel birds damned to the depths,
Their children hunted and put out,
And a battle-worn Isyana limps for home.
The Flight of Man and Steel.
This steel bird one of many.
Smoother than the untouched horizon of which, Has been so swiftly snowed upon.
Soot falls, a contrast imposter,
For that of a sweeter evening, I can think of none other;
Upon spot light, we dance in silhouette of thunder and smoke
The melodious hum of engine and engine rivaled; in the spiral of chaos and metal there is melody.
The beat of the gun
The pace of the game
With tug of yoke and throttle,
Glide on cloud and air, roles reversed;
Hunter is the hunted, and the hunted the hunters.
Slow, I gaze around,
Silhouettes of steel birds in chase, in battle,
Spit of fire and metal light their still wings and tapered beaks,
I watch as the bird of chase is pierced and felled,
Screaming in a ball of flame and fury,
Lit up what is the melody of man and steel,
The backlash of heat and tension,
The flight of steel birds, for hate, for belief
The fall of steel birds, for failure, for death,
None such a sweeter evening.
Oh Jesus Christ. @KLM_747 you better have a fine tuned machine to handle all of that preassigned drag
Bruh my name got yoinked ;)
1000 parts. For a wing. I can only imagine the whole jet.
Very nice
@ChrisPy , no need to go off on the guy
You could do a whole movie in SimplePlanes with just some ray tracing, anti aliasing, well placed non-royalty music and sound effects, and some AI mods. As well as good frames.
I have none of the above. -.-
Is there a possible way to make tracks 2 compatible for mobile? The same way someone incorporated antialiasing within SimplePlanes for mobile?
When you run out of materials for your prototype:
”well... just make the rudder shorter. No plane needs those anyway.”
You added one part...
This was a previously posted build called red sus....
Whoa hol up.
@NumbersNumbersTheMan , by clicking your link we download the mod, but have no disclaimer, therefore, well, if our device of which has downloaded the mod and we are unaware of the disclaimer because of the direct link...
big trouble
(Jk :))
Damn.
You really need that 3060ti now.
Bare minimum.
Zoom in on that design tho.
The link doesn’t work because of the way this website works. You must do some special text wizardry that you can look up in the forums. Also it allows you to do
THIS
THIS
THIS
THIS
THIS
this
this
And this
And more that I cannot remember.
AC series intensifies
Droop snoot...
DROOP SNOOT WITH MINIGUN.
DROOP SNOOT WITH MINIGUN AND ROCKETS!
No.
Warplane on a budget.