SilentSurfer's Laboratory: Come up to the Lab & See What's on the Slab.

[SilentSurfer]

There is no Ethan, only Zuul!

 

[automaton]

Yes, that webbing effect comes from covering a slick surface with a viscous fluid. Not really possible to recreate naturally on such a small scale, so I had to paint it on little by little which took time.

My eyeballs feel bad for my eyes, too. I'm approaching 40 and wondering how much longer I can go like this, especially without needing glasses.

After reviewing and screen caping the birthing scene from Alien, I'm more happy with my bloodwork. I thought I over did it from the few shots I could find online, but it turns out I underdid it just slightly, so "less is more" achieved, I guess. Glad I did it afterall.

a $15 pair of drugstore reading glasses changed my life...

 

[Walker]

My headsculpts patiently awaiting to be on your table!

Oh wow. How come in the top row, some of the Walter White heads are already painted though? And who's that in the bottom row on the far right?

 

[Wake]

Oh wow. How come in the top row, some of the Walter White heads are already painted though? And who's that in the bottom row on the far right?

The Walters were bought from someone who had them painted. No offense to the painter but they don't have Nathan's flare for realism. He is my favorite television character. I want the best!

That's don draper in the bottom right.

 

[SilentSurfer]

a $15 pair of drugstore reading glasses changed my life...

I can only assume you mean that you were walking along the sidewalk when you felt a crunch beneath your feet. You looked down and saw a pair of cheap reading glasses and picked them up.

Suddenly you had a vision. You were in the body of another person, seeing what they saw. You witnessed that person being mugged from their point of view. Their was screaming and struggling. You saw the glasses fall away from your eyes and land on the sidewalk just before you were pulled into a van and had a bag placed over your head. You were being kidnapped.

There was the tiniest of holes in the bag over your head, and you could still make out enough things to guess where you were. The van drove down a street that you recognized that wasn't too far from your home. Finally you saw a house that you were hauled into where you were tossed into a dark closet.

You dropped the glasses in shock and returned to reality; you standing on the sidewalk in the bright sun. For the rest of the day the vision replayed in your head. What once was just a vision now became your reality as you began to feel, not just see, what you witnessed. That night you woke up from a nightmare that ended with you stuck in the closet. You had to do something.

You grabbed a small knife, and the handle of a broken shovel you kept in your garage. You went to the street from your vision and found the house. It was vacant; just another victim of foreclosure. But it wasn't vacant. There was a faint light inside. You imagined yourself as a ninja as you snuck up to the house, trying to stay in shadow, to have a look inside.

Through a boarded up window crack you could see two young men of obviously questionable character. They were drinking and watching a small TV. I wonder how they got the power back on, those electricity thieves you wondered. That's when you saw her. A young girl tied up and gagged, sitting inside a closet with the door just open enough to be seen. She looked like she had been crying a lot, but her tear streaked face was dry now. Her eyes bulged in desperation as she saw you peaking in through the window. You had to do something. Call the cops? No, cops couldn't save her. This was a job for a super hero. But super heroes don't really exist. Or do they? You put a finger to your lips to tell her to remain quiet.

You found a way in through the back of the house. Well, actually the back wasn't locked since that's how these bad guys got in and out and bad guys don't usually worry about somebody breaking into a house that isn't there's anyway. You snuck in Batninja style, hoping to free the girl and sneak back out without even being seen, and it would have worked if not for that damned floor board giving you away with its incosiderate creak.

It was on. The kidnappers rushed you, and before you even had time to think you pulled off amazing moves with knife and shovel handle, moves you had never done before as if you were possessed by the spirit of some great warrior from a forgotten era. You took down the bad guys, and saved the girl.

Safely back in your own home, you fed the girl, let her get cleaned up, and then asked her where she lived. You took her home and met her very worried, VERY GRATEFUL, single mom. Mom asked how you knew where her daughter was, and you told them about the vision and the reading glasses. The mom remembered buying the $15 glasses from the drugstore just a day earlier, not far from where you had found them. It seemed like a miracle.

But the true miracle was that you and the mom fell in love and lived happily ever after... until you started having other visions in your sleep. You started sneaking out to follow your visions, and became The Visionary, annonymously saving lives and stopping bad guys in your city. This lead to meeting other greatful woman, and despite being a super hero, your character wasn't quite as super, and your libido turned out to be even more super. Not only were you a hero on the streets, but also a hero under the sheets.

Alas, the mom you had met and been living with suspected you might be sneaking off in the middle of the night to have an affair. She hired a private investigator who followed you and learned your secret. Admiring what you could do to fight crime, the investigatore decided to protect your secret and covered for you with one stipulation. He wanted to be your sidekick and get in on the action...all of it.

For years you fought crime together as The Visionaery and Dic Man and shared in the "spoils" until you discovered that Dic Man was moonlighting (or in this case daylighting) as a **** star. When you confronted him about it, he got defensive, and you guys argued until you could no longer see eye to eye anymore and parted ways.

It wasn't long until evidence of your unfaithfulness was sent to your now wife and she divorced you, taking her daughter who looked up to you so much with her. You knew exactly who was responsible, and tracked down Dic Man only to discover that he was really your all time greatest nemesis Double Dic. You wondered why you had never made the connection before, especially since you never saw both of them at the same time on any of your encounters.

Double Dic, knowing all your secrets, bested you at every turn after that. Realizing your powers weren't as strong as they once were, and because your secret life had cost you your real life, you decided to walk away from The Visionary once and for all. If there is no secret identity, there is no secret identity's nemesis.

Now you live in the world of forum chat, making friends via cyberspace where they can't get hurt by getting too close to you. All of this because of a $15 pair of drugstore reading glasses, an identical pair of which you keep in an acrylic case on your mantle as a reminder of your former greatness, and the greatness of your loss.

Is that what you meant?

 

[MarfMaster]

Maybe the greatest WTF moment I've ever experienced on these boards.


That was a great read! There is obviously a very talented writer in you, kicking to get out.

 

[stshammgod]

 

[SilentSurfer]

That was a great read! There is obviously a very talented writer in you, kicking to get out.

Thanks. It just came out as my fingers did the typing. I had nothing planned.

I hope automaton reads it and can verify if I'm psychic or not.

 

[transhi100]

Wow that was a great read, very creative. Something tells me if you ever stop painting you have a natural writing talent to become a professional writer.

 

[SilentSurfer]

Thanks. That is the next dream, and I'm currently working on that.

 

[annihilate22]

Here's a fairly large and very heavy project. The Hulk is 11" tall, and weighs 9lb 3oz, and is based on this artwork.

Here's the sculpt by an unknown to me artist.

And here's my paint up.

The artist who did this one is logan25. He's right here on the board. Mat's an awesome guy.

I'm guessing he would be really glad to see this paint-up by you.

 

[logan25]

The artist who did this one is logan25. He's right here on the board. Mat's an awesome guy.

I'm guessing he would be really glad to see this paint-up by you.

wow, i had missed this, cheers.

That is an astoundingly good paint up, makes the sculpt look even better than it actually is
Great work.

 

[SilentSurfer]

Thanks, Mat. It was fun to paint.

 

[swsqueakquels]

Duty calls!

 

[SilentSurfer]

[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi1-IihX6yY[/ame]

Did anybody else know that Lt. Lois Einhorn was played by Sean Young, the woman who played Rachael in Blade Runner? What radically different characters.

Well, here's the one without Captain Winky; Replicant Rachael from Blade Runner.

 

[SilentSurfer]

I don't recognize that Indy paint up. Who did it?

 

[Wake]

I don't recognize that Indy paint up. Who did it?

It's not the paint ap. the sculpt is wgps. Finally realeasing.

 

[Walker]

I don't recognize that Indy paint up. Who did it?

A fellow on these boards who goes by the name PROTEUS360

 

[SilentSurfer]

It's pretty good paint. Great sculpt. Makes me want to see what I can do with them even sooner. I already have several casts of it waiting for me to spill something on them. I need to get my *** in gear.

 

[stshammgod]

It's pretty good paint. Great sculpt. Makes me want to see what I can do with them even sooner. I already have several casts of it waiting for me to spill something on them. I need to get my *** in gear.

Oh you do, do you?