No one was Kung-Fu Fighting

by fredelios

Sometimes nothing goes well, this is one of those times.

Imagine thus, like thunder from a clear sky comes the command – “Gosh, the main character should like totally be able to attack the guards or something like that, you know! You there, you look unoccupied, go make an animation for it, chop chop!”

Which leads us to the matter of the artifact of the day, namely today’s attempt at making the male main character’s attack animation.

And once again all that is given on this blog is a sprite sheet, partly because of time constraints but mainly because this version simply isn’t good enough to be GIF’d and would cause grievous harm to the brain’s cerebral cortex.

But I digress, the command had been given so there was nothing to it but to start working.

The first notion was to try and simulate some sort of bare-handed technique, with strangling being thrown out of the window straight away because of a multitude of reasons which I won’t name, but I assure you they were all good ones.

After a good half-hour of karate-chopping in front of the mirror the animation was well on it’s way. The problem that was happened upon then was of course that nasty smelling thieving hobbit of a top-down camera, which lead to plenty of hair pulling trying to make said karate-chop look even somewhat believable from above.

In the end, it was discarded in favor of some sort of armed attack, preferably from the side as overhead attacks are simply too unfashionable for a graphics artist such as myself to be seen doing and not at all because I’m not good enough at this wonky top-down business yet.

While getting out of the Nile, I instead started researching for some sort of weapon or blunt object that would fit the whole espionage-in-the-60s-noir feel, instead of something fun like a bronze mace or a war-hammer.

Ultimately, the flat-profiled, leather-covered lead rod called a “sap” was chosen for it’s sleek design and unconscious-rendering capabilities, enabling the attempts at making graphics to resume.

Until the eyes were accidentally drawn to the clock and one discovered that by Jove, it is blog-time!

Which leaves one with this, a stiff and yet at the same time almost lava-lamp-like creation that shakily draws forth a giant black spoon and carefully dusts one off with it before jerking it back lest someone somehow would steal it from him.

But eh, every animation has to start somewhere.