“And then the Martian beside us raised his tube on high and discharged it gunwise, with a heavy report that made the ground heave. The Martian towards Staines answered him. There was no flash, no smoke, simply that loaded detonation and incontinently disengaged an enormous volume of a heavy inky vapour, coiling and pouring upwards in a huge and ebony cumulus cloud, and how he looked down from the church spire and saw the houses of the village rising like ghosts out of its inky nothingness.”
All Martian Weapons Correa Edition. All the heat rays have been scripted (once you scripted one you made the others.) The parabolic mirror is going to be fun. Still need to be rigged and scripted. Also black smoke cannons need to be scripted. Also Black Smoke Cannon Mk2 Has been made, its the one with the brown jar under it.
“No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.”
― H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds
Boy… Whoa. I’ve been doing a lot this week. I remade all the heat ray models to be accurate-instead of there 3d print form-also got the ropes for the tripod finshed. A Updated Flying Machine, better then the old one. Also just did a size comparison with all of the stuff.
“Four or five little black figures hurried before it across the green-gray of the field, and in moment it was evident this Martian pursued them. In three strides he was among them, and they ran radiating from his feet in all directions. He used no Heat-Ray to destroy them, but picked them up one by one.” Under Foot - H.G. Wells
“some fools got the electric light in order, and there was all Regent Street and the Circus ablaze, crowded with painted and ragged drunkards, men and women, dancing and shouting till dawn. A man who was there told me. And as the day came they became aware of a fighting-machine standing near by the Langham and looking down at them. Heaven knows how long he had been there. It must have given some of them a nasty turn. He came down the road towards them, and picked up nearly a hundred too drunk or frightened to run away”H.G. Wells
“Forthwith flashes of actual flame, a bright glare leaping from one to another, sprang from the scattered gruop of men. It was as if some invisible jet impinged upon them and flashed into white flame.”H.G. Wells
