Plahunters art thread

[Theplahunter]

I ACCEPT REQUESTS

"One day, man... I promise i'm gonna get you out of here."

"Ngh... Gonna take a few down with me."

"I got friends coming soon, they can get us out of the city. I swear."

"I'd like to speak with the owner; I have business to discuss."​

 

[Adrenaline]

"One day, man... I promise i'm gonna get you out of here."

"Ngh... Gonna take a few down with me."

"I got friends coming soon, they can get us out of the city. I swear."

"I'd like to speak with the owner; I have business to discuss."​

that "take a few down with me" one is just depressing

 

[Theplahunter]

"5th Squadron."
Crimean Liberation Front
Left to right
Garret 'Joker' Windham | Goro 'Spotter' Kazuma | Damien 'Deadshot' Verne | Lewis 'Pilot' MacDonovan​

 

[Theplahunter]

23rd Crimean Conscript Company
8th Guard squad prepare to engage an armored Crimean Liberation Front patrol that are using a makeshift armored truck.

Remnants of a Conscript night patrol engage CLF via flare light after being ambushed in the canals

Conscript patrol ambushed by CLF marksman

Something a bit more... Gritty.​

 

[Theplahunter]

"On my way to Crimea... This is my life, now."
​

That's me, looking out the window at my new home. I was conscripted for service out of City 17, picking close to the front. My names Andrei Valenshez, twenty eight years ago I was born in Gorodskaya Bolnitsa, Shcholkine, Crimea, Ukraine to a loving father and mother. Six years ago I was taken away from my family and friends and shoved in what could only be called a 'concentration camp'. Five years ago I was transported like livestock into a 'city'... City 17, Kiev. I tried to make a living, doing work shifts, odd jobs, anything. I still carry the scars from the city, and the camp. My body grew frail, I was barely a 'man', more like a husk. They fed us what could only be described as 'paste' and stale water, I hated it... One year ago I heard about the conflict in my home... And yesterday I was told I would be joining that conflict. My name is Andrei Valenshez, I experienced horror and friendship I never would of expected after 'unification day'. Pain and suffering, triumph and pride, all my feelings began to mix as I spend my time dodging bullets, mines, and unearthly 'wildlife' that came from portals that ravaged the once beloved countryside I played in daily. Golden wheat fields were now scarred by flames and bomb craters, homes were nothing but rubble... So many innocent casualties, refugees who just looked to return to 'normal'. What even is normal now? Is it remaining subjugated? Is it fighting for the illusion of freedom one day? Is it serving to become battle thralls for uncaring and brutal masters, brainwashed and emotionless? I've explored each option in my thoughts; my dreams, even. And I still cannot end at a logical answer. Have I already answered? Or is my path still undecided? Do I still have time to forge my own path?

My name is Andrei Valenshez, and this is my story.

Comrades
​

Today I met my squad, conscripts from all around the world; or what was left of it. My squad was 'airCav', quick response and forward recon via chopper. There was Eight of us at first, including our pilot. First there was an American; the guy kneeling on the left. Went by 'G.I' and was in his second term as a conscript, after a year of fighting, he got a month back home and was re-selected for service. Had a wife and two kids before everything went to shit, but he doesn't talk much about it. The cocky looking guy in the boonie was our sergeant,
Lee Sadai, Hong Kong army reservist who was captured during the war and put into permanent conscription. Guys tough as nails and from what I've seen at the firing range, a deadly shot with his FN-FAL. Four-eyes next to me is named 'Rio', Brazilian guy who grew up in a favela, knows how to get shit from anywhere. Booze, food, extra ammo, he has a sixth sense for finding stuff in the ruins. Trouble maker, but can give what he gets when it comes to fights.

Lungs to the right didn't really say much, I could only guess from his accent he was German or maybe Austrian. Lee tells me he goes by 'Smoke' and is quite jaded from his service, little on the unhinged side but one of the most reliable men in the squad, and usually always has a pack on him if you need to bum a cig. The guy kneeling is named Rohiet, he was from Nepal, a known family of Ghurkas and terrifying warriors, the only reason he escaped being shot was because he was not in active service. Whoever selected conscripts though must of known the importance of being a descendant of a long line of Ghurkas, and was selected for service. Can't carry a kukri, but does just as well with a machine gun, he's scout AND squad support, depending on what's needed at the time. 'Amadou' was just as fresh as me, I saw him leave the chopper next to mine after landing at the main base. He's from South Africa, a survivor of apartheid when he was only a toddler. He said his hero was 'Mandela' and he looks to carry on his message. I say good luck to him.

Last but not least was our pilot, trusted by the higher ups to get the training required to pilot and repair his own helicopter.
Lieutenant George Rook, from engineer to fully fledged pilot. He has enough battle scars to last a lifetime from bullets, knives, traps, flames, whatever you could think could scar you; he had it. Guys kept his sense of humor though, which is a plus. I was told by Lee that the squad size fluctuates depending on the recruits that come in. New waves of thralls came in monthly to reinforce squads that have taken heavy casualties, but sometimes other squads get passed over to form new ones or bolster veteran squads that have 'earned' a steady supply of bodies and bullets. Before he could tell me more, we were shuffled into our 'barracks'. A depressingly dull row of foot lockers and cots were all that were in it, the floors were concrete and the paint on the walls inside were chipping and falling to the floor like poisonous snowflakes. I'm pretty sure I saw a few rats... Or what I hope were rats. Our 'overseer' told us that we'd be given strict orders every morning to carry out, whether it be clean the bathrooms, go on a recon patrol, help repair broken parts of walls, or clear out and secure an area where there was supposed resistance or alien activity.

I spent the time settling in and getting to know my comrades, found out that G.I liked to paint in his spare time before the war started. And Amadou worked in his fathers cleaning business, he was mopping the floors of some office when earth was invaded and managed to hide in a broom closet until the war ended. I realized these weren't hardened soldiers, patriotic volunteers that fought for their beliefs, they were forced into this conflict. Just like how I was forced into the camps, and now forced into service. I was a slave, just like them... And we had to trust each other if we were to make it out of here alive, or at least slightly delay inevitable death that constantly breathed down our necks...
(END)

 

[Theplahunter]

Early conscripts in the Vietnamese Jungles, discussing and preparing for their next assignment.
Taken 7/12/2014​

 

[liew]

Your posing itself is decent, but you need to really work on lighting as the one above, does it really have any lighting? It's extremely dark and there's little to no shadows in it, and the finger posing on these you really need to work on.

 

[Theplahunter]

Your posing itself is decent, but you need to really work on lighting as the one above, does it really have any lighting? It's extremely dark and there's little to no shadows in it, and the finger posing on these you really need to work on.

Yeah lighting is my main weakness, it does but I use the color filtering to give it the black and white look.

And to be honest those fingers do look atrocious. This pose was because I wanted to use Vietnam models. More like a test than anything. Thank you for your feedback, Fred, I really appreciate it.

 

[MaXenzie]

Yeah lighting is my main weakness, it does but I use the color filtering to give it the black and white look.

And to be honest those fingers do look atrocious. This pose was because I wanted to use Vietnam models. More like a test than anything. Thank you for your feedback, Fred, I really appreciate it.

3 point lighting is really important my man.

 

[Theplahunter]

A convoy of Resistance Militia drive to the front lines to support Crimean Liberation Front fighters against Combine forces.

Resistance leaders meet with Captain Aleksi Volnov of the Crimean Liberation front
(story coming soon-ish.)​

 

[Deleted member 374]

don't go too hard with the sdof

also what is a pla and why do you hunt it?

 

[Theplahunter]

don't go too hard with the sdof

also what is a pla and why do you hunt it?

My name is Hunter and PLA is an acronym.