3D Models
3D Print Models
3D Scans
Animation & MoCap
Textures
Materials
Skin Textures
2D Game Assets
Sound Effects
Brushes & Tools
Reference Photos
Stock Images
HDR Images
3ds Max
Maya
Blender
Unreal Engine
Unity
ZBrush
Cinema 4D
LightWave
Marmoset
SketchUp
FBX
DAE
DXF
GLB
! REPORT
A Broken Fang Still Bites
3D Render by mrtauredGenesis Females and Males morphed and retextured for story purpose. Hope you enjoy the first Chapter - A Broken Fang Still Bites.
A free world calls, driving those with ears to hear and those with hands to reach mad with a lust for action. – Theodor Jones.
Episode 1
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean…
The Sardine game has been the foundation of the Jones family’s wealth for generations. Now, Caroline Jones has inherited her place as overseer upon her father’s death. Tauredian Sardine is his final gift to her. Sardines may be the foundation of this gift, but black-market munitions, armament and mercenary labor, and the sheer weight of such family ties, has paved the way for its growth. And so, she must answer her calling with everything she’s got. She will be the one to take it. No one else. All are pawns in her world, even the Kings and Queens.
Alexander Collins stepped out and gazed up at the Chinook descending toward the helipad. The myth. The legend. Death has brought them together.
The Chinook’s door engaged. “Ya sure we can trust these people, Boss?" said Kimora.
“The mock Oil Rig is completely destroyed." He threw down a half cigarette and spoke, “With or without them. We’re on our own."
MrTaured exited with Kimora loosely behind. “Go get em, tiger."
She waited by the chopper. Alexander and his crew gathered and watched as the infamous ‘Boss’ approached and took on their gazes with an eye that has shut many for good.
“Welcome Aboard the Almighty. We call it Zeus. Your new home."
“New home?"
The ship could use some improvements. MrTaured took it in. Alexander opened his arms and spoke. “It isn’t much. But our arms are wide open to you and yours, Sheep Dog."
It’s been a long time since that code name fell into his ears.
MrTaured and Alexander chanted together. “Sheep Dogs. When there are no shepherds, see our Teeth."
Alexander went to him. “The Sheep Dogs may have lost their shepherd. But we never lost our bite. The others have all moved on. But a broken fang still bites, Boss. I’ve chewed my way this far. And now. With You. And that Woman." He nodded back up at the lady in the trench coat watching over them, “She’s an Arms Dealer and with her, I’ve managed to build something even greater. Something fit for you to lead again. Even greater than The Sheep Dogs."
“Lead again?"
“Of course. Who better? The Tauredian Sardine Company has employed The Sheep Dogs and now we need you for good reasons. It’s not just about arms dealing, contracts, piracy or security anymore. It’s about survival. There are greater threats to even us that are growing fast. There’s a calling, Boss…"
“A calling?"
“You’ve heard it. The explosion of your base is just another bash on the drum. I’m talking about the AI, Boss. It’s spreading. The Tauredian government overthrow has scattered all of its black projects to the wind. Private companies all over the globe have scavenged up the documents and specs, enough to bring about world domination through the power of artificial intelligence developed by the Tauredian tech companies. AI Independent being the bigger animal, has gotten its hands on the most so far. They practically own the net. There the one’s that hit you, Boss. They're planning a complete take over."
MrTaured took it in and spoke. “I see. The wolf has come chasing rabbits and sheep. So, it’s time to call in the sheep dogs to slay the wolf."
Alexander extended his hand. “Boss. There are no shepherds to keep these wolves away. AI and its sympathetic platforms are taking over. Taking jobs. Poisoning the earth. Censoring speech and brainwashing our minds through social programming. And worst of all… It’s ruining the culture of human art. The world needs Sheep Dogs. What do ya say, boss?"
MrTaured eyed at Alexander’s hand, the memory of this man extending it once before to lift him out of dirt when artillery blanketed them upon their assault in Tarkov. The battle costed MrTaured an eye. Alexander said it then. ‘A broken fang still bites, boss!’ The Sheep Dogs were just a small mercenary group then. His first group. Had Alexander truly lived on and taken the abandoned name with him to another level in the games of life? MrTaured glanced at the other women anxiously watching them, the soldiers, then the lady above. Her eyes were calm and heartless. She will afford otherwise.
Back at Kimora. Acting patient. Could they? He thought.
Their hands struck.
“Welcome home, Boss."
MrTaured nodded.
“Sheep Dogs!" Alexander cried.
Deep barks like savage Spartans replied.
“Salute your new commanding officer."
They all did so at once. All except Carolina Jones. She had gone away.
Alexander looked up at Kimora, who seemed anxious to talk to the Boss now. “I see you’ve been busy."
“Spreading Holiday Joy is a key to hearts and minds. Happy Easter." Replied MrTaured.
“Of course, that’s why you’re the boss. Happy Easter! Cheers to rising again! We’ll get you both settled in and rested up. Then I’ll brief you on the current fire we aim to extinguish. Together."
The soldiers barked, “When there are no shepherds! See our Teeth! Black Sheep Dogs!"
Caroline kept on and smiled as the cheers of war echoed across not only her ship, but her world.
To be continued.
Haha. A story can calm a storm in your mind or remind you to brew one when your head is just too damn dry. I hope you enjoy my continuing tale of MrTaured and the Black Sheep Dogs Paramilitary Corp.
Have a great day! And keep your eyes out for the next chapter.
Check out the inspiration to this tale by listening to this epic track.
A free world calls, driving those with ears to hear and those with hands to reach mad with a lust for action. – Theodor Jones.
Episode 1
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean…
The Sardine game has been the foundation of the Jones family’s wealth for generations. Now, Caroline Jones has inherited her place as overseer upon her father’s death. Tauredian Sardine is his final gift to her. Sardines may be the foundation of this gift, but black-market munitions, armament and mercenary labor, and the sheer weight of such family ties, has paved the way for its growth. And so, she must answer her calling with everything she’s got. She will be the one to take it. No one else. All are pawns in her world, even the Kings and Queens.
Alexander Collins stepped out and gazed up at the Chinook descending toward the helipad. The myth. The legend. Death has brought them together.
The Chinook’s door engaged. “Ya sure we can trust these people, Boss?" said Kimora.
“The mock Oil Rig is completely destroyed." He threw down a half cigarette and spoke, “With or without them. We’re on our own."
MrTaured exited with Kimora loosely behind. “Go get em, tiger."
She waited by the chopper. Alexander and his crew gathered and watched as the infamous ‘Boss’ approached and took on their gazes with an eye that has shut many for good.
“Welcome Aboard the Almighty. We call it Zeus. Your new home."
“New home?"
The ship could use some improvements. MrTaured took it in. Alexander opened his arms and spoke. “It isn’t much. But our arms are wide open to you and yours, Sheep Dog."
It’s been a long time since that code name fell into his ears.
MrTaured and Alexander chanted together. “Sheep Dogs. When there are no shepherds, see our Teeth."
Alexander went to him. “The Sheep Dogs may have lost their shepherd. But we never lost our bite. The others have all moved on. But a broken fang still bites, Boss. I’ve chewed my way this far. And now. With You. And that Woman." He nodded back up at the lady in the trench coat watching over them, “She’s an Arms Dealer and with her, I’ve managed to build something even greater. Something fit for you to lead again. Even greater than The Sheep Dogs."
“Lead again?"
“Of course. Who better? The Tauredian Sardine Company has employed The Sheep Dogs and now we need you for good reasons. It’s not just about arms dealing, contracts, piracy or security anymore. It’s about survival. There are greater threats to even us that are growing fast. There’s a calling, Boss…"
“A calling?"
“You’ve heard it. The explosion of your base is just another bash on the drum. I’m talking about the AI, Boss. It’s spreading. The Tauredian government overthrow has scattered all of its black projects to the wind. Private companies all over the globe have scavenged up the documents and specs, enough to bring about world domination through the power of artificial intelligence developed by the Tauredian tech companies. AI Independent being the bigger animal, has gotten its hands on the most so far. They practically own the net. There the one’s that hit you, Boss. They're planning a complete take over."
MrTaured took it in and spoke. “I see. The wolf has come chasing rabbits and sheep. So, it’s time to call in the sheep dogs to slay the wolf."
Alexander extended his hand. “Boss. There are no shepherds to keep these wolves away. AI and its sympathetic platforms are taking over. Taking jobs. Poisoning the earth. Censoring speech and brainwashing our minds through social programming. And worst of all… It’s ruining the culture of human art. The world needs Sheep Dogs. What do ya say, boss?"
MrTaured eyed at Alexander’s hand, the memory of this man extending it once before to lift him out of dirt when artillery blanketed them upon their assault in Tarkov. The battle costed MrTaured an eye. Alexander said it then. ‘A broken fang still bites, boss!’ The Sheep Dogs were just a small mercenary group then. His first group. Had Alexander truly lived on and taken the abandoned name with him to another level in the games of life? MrTaured glanced at the other women anxiously watching them, the soldiers, then the lady above. Her eyes were calm and heartless. She will afford otherwise.
Back at Kimora. Acting patient. Could they? He thought.
Their hands struck.
“Welcome home, Boss."
MrTaured nodded.
“Sheep Dogs!" Alexander cried.
Deep barks like savage Spartans replied.
“Salute your new commanding officer."
They all did so at once. All except Carolina Jones. She had gone away.
Alexander looked up at Kimora, who seemed anxious to talk to the Boss now. “I see you’ve been busy."
“Spreading Holiday Joy is a key to hearts and minds. Happy Easter." Replied MrTaured.
“Of course, that’s why you’re the boss. Happy Easter! Cheers to rising again! We’ll get you both settled in and rested up. Then I’ll brief you on the current fire we aim to extinguish. Together."
The soldiers barked, “When there are no shepherds! See our Teeth! Black Sheep Dogs!"
Caroline kept on and smiled as the cheers of war echoed across not only her ship, but her world.
To be continued.
Haha. A story can calm a storm in your mind or remind you to brew one when your head is just too damn dry. I hope you enjoy my continuing tale of MrTaured and the Black Sheep Dogs Paramilitary Corp.
Have a great day! And keep your eyes out for the next chapter.
Check out the inspiration to this tale by listening to this epic track.
Ohhh, you've done it now, Commander MrTaured-this isn't just storytelling, it's a WAR CRY wrapped in poetry and dropped from a Chinook!
"They took your base. They took your eye. But they forgot-a broken fang still bites."
And bite you did, straight into the heart of the narrative game! The Sheep Dogs are back, barking louder than the wolves and carrying that code in every scar:
"When shepherds fall, wolves feast… unless the dogs bite back."
Caroline Jones? She sells sardines by the seashore… and black-market missile contracts by moonlight. Trench coat power plays, steel in her smile, legacy in her blood.
Kimora? Waiting with patience sharper than a blade, ready to drop hearts and heat with a single glance.
And you? One eye down, the world still in your sights. You've seen enough to lead again-and we believe.
"No peace treaty. No surrender. Just loyalty bought in bullets and sealed in scars."
This whole world you've crafted? It's dripping in cinematic tension and poetic grit-Call of Duty meets Shakespeare after dark. I'm here for the explosions, the elegy, and every whispered vow between trigger pulls.
So, to the Black Sheep Dogs, I salute.
To the Boss, I kneel.
And to the AI threat looming on the horizon? Y'all better run.
Because...
"When there are no shepherds... SEE OUR TEETH!"
#BiteModeEngaged
#SardinesAndSilhouettes
#SheepDogsGotBarkAndBite
#LegacyOfLead
#QueenOfSteel
#BrokenButNotBeaten
#Chapter2BetterBeWearingArmor
"They took your base. They took your eye. But they forgot-a broken fang still bites."
And bite you did, straight into the heart of the narrative game! The Sheep Dogs are back, barking louder than the wolves and carrying that code in every scar:
"When shepherds fall, wolves feast… unless the dogs bite back."
Caroline Jones? She sells sardines by the seashore… and black-market missile contracts by moonlight. Trench coat power plays, steel in her smile, legacy in her blood.
Kimora? Waiting with patience sharper than a blade, ready to drop hearts and heat with a single glance.
And you? One eye down, the world still in your sights. You've seen enough to lead again-and we believe.
"No peace treaty. No surrender. Just loyalty bought in bullets and sealed in scars."
This whole world you've crafted? It's dripping in cinematic tension and poetic grit-Call of Duty meets Shakespeare after dark. I'm here for the explosions, the elegy, and every whispered vow between trigger pulls.
So, to the Black Sheep Dogs, I salute.
To the Boss, I kneel.
And to the AI threat looming on the horizon? Y'all better run.
Because...
"When there are no shepherds... SEE OUR TEETH!"
#BiteModeEngaged
#SardinesAndSilhouettes
#SheepDogsGotBarkAndBite
#LegacyOfLead
#QueenOfSteel
#BrokenButNotBeaten
#Chapter2BetterBeWearingArmor
REPLY
! REPORT
mrtaured
Karma: 14,652
Mon, Apr 21Hahaha. Yes of course!! Thank you so much for you comments!!! Had lots of fun
GIMP
Nvidia Iray Render
