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I've come all this way, up to heights I thought were impossible. The world looks...fake from here. (Continues below!)
This one just looks like roblox, I'll be honest. I promise it is Brick Rigs! I took measurements in roblox studio to get things right, and have also learned that default roblox lighting is very similar to brick rig's lighting, lol. Was enjoyable making something that Brick Rigs is suitable for, instead of beating it into submission to make an organic.
This is Rigck, a boss concept I had for a game I'll never even get close to finishing. I had a rig placed in order to test sword sizes, and at some point I changed the rig's name to Rigck, and slowly through jokes through my friends I had been working on the game with, he became the god of the game's universe. I was very tempted to give him cat ears, but for the sake of his original character I didn't <:
The point of his fight is that he cannot be defeated, and you instead have to earn his respect. The player can't die to him, as he will always leave you on 1hp. Upon gaining his respect, he will lend you a copy of his sword, but the player character is not strong enough to swing it, so it's mostly a deco piece. After that, you can challenge him again, to where the fight will only end when you lose, and he will tell you how long you lasted.
Past that, there wasn't much lore or concepts we had in mind past how his fight would go. I think there were ideas where he could train you if you had his respect, but idk, it was like 3 years ago. The runes on his sword say "placeholder" :)
The following short story contains some wider lore about the game, and rigck himself.
I've come all this way, up to heights I thought were impossible. The world looks...fake from here. I had always been somewhat skeptical of the steep cliff sides that made up this valley; I mean, how has no one climbed them? But now I see it. Beyond the cliffs, there's...nothing. It's a void. And looking into the further distance, the land just stops. I know it doesn't; I've been in those villages I see now cut in half by nothingness. There's no fog; it just ends.
The higher I climbed, the more my mind struggled to comprehend what I saw. I had seen the goblins from the highlands, but they seemed empty-eyed, and they just...stood there. There were a few scourges from the desert, but they too simply stood still. Continuing to rise, the foliage began to look flat, unreal. It continued like that. I saw the creatures of the land standing empty-eyed, standing just far enough out of the way that I could walk by, growing progressively in their usual strength. As I neared the top, the rocks had visibly flat and sharp edges, but it didn't feel right...it was too uniform.
At the top, I saw it. Rumours plagued the land of this temple. I had heard countless other adventurers and warriors alike speaking of the man inside with reverence, fear, and some spoke as if he were predictable, each attack of his readable like a book, but it didn't matter. All those people came to this temple for one reason...to test themselves. And that's why I'm here too. I've grown tired of duelling with the common folk; I need a real challenge.
I approached the gates, large, white, and colourless. They were akin to...ice? But they weren't cold, nor did they look like ice. I saw no handle of any kind, so I placed my hand on the gate and pushed. They didn't budge, but I nearly fell over as their feeling left my hand. I looked up, and I saw him. The arena was just as I had heard—white, blank, and otherworldly. I don't know why...but the word "placeholder" entered my mind as I looked over the floors and walls. The white voids coming from the windows in all the walls were blinding, but comfortable.
Rigck stood there, incredible sword resting casually on his right shoulder, cannon on his left. His face was unwavering, unnerving. Two blank eyes looked at me, I think, and his smile was thin and impossible. He wasn't wearing anything, but wasn't nude. He wasn't human. His surfaces were a blank grey; looking at him made me feel like I was looking at a blank slate, devoid of personality.
His words entered my mind as if they had always been there, waiting for their chance to come forth. "Welcome, warrior. You come bearing fine equipment. What is it you seek?"
"I want a challenge."
His head bounced up and down, like he were chuckling, but no sound was made. "Very well."
This one just looks like roblox, I'll be honest. I promise it is Brick Rigs! I took measurements in roblox studio to get things right, and have also learned that default roblox lighting is very similar to brick rig's lighting, lol. Was enjoyable making something that Brick Rigs is suitable for, instead of beating it into submission to make an organic.
This is Rigck, a boss concept I had for a game I'll never even get close to finishing. I had a rig placed in order to test sword sizes, and at some point I changed the rig's name to Rigck, and slowly through jokes through my friends I had been working on the game with, he became the god of the game's universe. I was very tempted to give him cat ears, but for the sake of his original character I didn't <:
The point of his fight is that he cannot be defeated, and you instead have to earn his respect. The player can't die to him, as he will always leave you on 1hp. Upon gaining his respect, he will lend you a copy of his sword, but the player character is not strong enough to swing it, so it's mostly a deco piece. After that, you can challenge him again, to where the fight will only end when you lose, and he will tell you how long you lasted.
Past that, there wasn't much lore or concepts we had in mind past how his fight would go. I think there were ideas where he could train you if you had his respect, but idk, it was like 3 years ago. The runes on his sword say "placeholder" :)
The following short story contains some wider lore about the game, and rigck himself.
I've come all this way, up to heights I thought were impossible. The world looks...fake from here. I had always been somewhat skeptical of the steep cliff sides that made up this valley; I mean, how has no one climbed them? But now I see it. Beyond the cliffs, there's...nothing. It's a void. And looking into the further distance, the land just stops. I know it doesn't; I've been in those villages I see now cut in half by nothingness. There's no fog; it just ends.
The higher I climbed, the more my mind struggled to comprehend what I saw. I had seen the goblins from the highlands, but they seemed empty-eyed, and they just...stood there. There were a few scourges from the desert, but they too simply stood still. Continuing to rise, the foliage began to look flat, unreal. It continued like that. I saw the creatures of the land standing empty-eyed, standing just far enough out of the way that I could walk by, growing progressively in their usual strength. As I neared the top, the rocks had visibly flat and sharp edges, but it didn't feel right...it was too uniform.
At the top, I saw it. Rumours plagued the land of this temple. I had heard countless other adventurers and warriors alike speaking of the man inside with reverence, fear, and some spoke as if he were predictable, each attack of his readable like a book, but it didn't matter. All those people came to this temple for one reason...to test themselves. And that's why I'm here too. I've grown tired of duelling with the common folk; I need a real challenge.
I approached the gates, large, white, and colourless. They were akin to...ice? But they weren't cold, nor did they look like ice. I saw no handle of any kind, so I placed my hand on the gate and pushed. They didn't budge, but I nearly fell over as their feeling left my hand. I looked up, and I saw him. The arena was just as I had heard—white, blank, and otherworldly. I don't know why...but the word "placeholder" entered my mind as I looked over the floors and walls. The white voids coming from the windows in all the walls were blinding, but comfortable.
Rigck stood there, incredible sword resting casually on his right shoulder, cannon on his left. His face was unwavering, unnerving. Two blank eyes looked at me, I think, and his smile was thin and impossible. He wasn't wearing anything, but wasn't nude. He wasn't human. His surfaces were a blank grey; looking at him made me feel like I was looking at a blank slate, devoid of personality.
His words entered my mind as if they had always been there, waiting for their chance to come forth. "Welcome, warrior. You come bearing fine equipment. What is it you seek?"
"I want a challenge."
His head bounced up and down, like he were chuckling, but no sound was made. "Very well."
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