Son of Magni: Quake 2 DM and CTF Maps
First of all, I hope you enjoy our web site. None of us are experts in html, xml, dhtml, cgi, perl or any other web software but we do the best we can with the time we have. While I’m not a photographer by any means, I have taken some pictures that you might like depending on your interests, and since I don’t know what else to put here, here are a few Q2 levels I’ve built over the years. These were all made with Worldcraft. There are both CTF and Deathmatch levels.
KT Maps for Quake 2 DM and CTF
Next1 by Valhalla
CTF map with two open areas and central walkways and perimeter ramps. Good for deathmatch too.
Here’s some images I’ve taken of the night sky, such as it is. This is an exciting hobby that I would encourage you to experiment with if you are away from the interference of excessive man made light.
As time as passed my area has gotten so bad that I don’t even bother to take my scope out anymore. Maybe someday people will start to use their brains and turn their damn lights off.
I have a 10″ Newtonian with a computer drive. It’s a Meade scope with the Magellan II computer drive. This allows for tracking operation without ever touching the scope or mount. I use an Olympus omPC camara (very lightweight) and have done prime focus for planatary and usually use a Vivitar Series 1 70-210mm lens for scope tracked photography. I also have a 500mm f/8 Vivitar mirror lens for the Olympus and a Celestron C90 1000mm f/11 Maksutov that I use for guiding when I do prime focus.
On the right are some pictures that I’ve taken over the years. Of special interest is the very lucky shot I got of the space shuttle (which one I can’t remember) on it’s way to dock with Mir for the very first time.
What would life be without music? I play Bass, Cello, and a bit of Drums, Sax, and Keyboards. Here’s some old pictures from a jam we had some years back. This is me with my fretless Pedula 5-string bass, PT on the Rhodes, ET on the Les Paul Custom, and JF on Drums.
Schedule for upcoming events and signup area. Who won, who lost. Who lived, who died. Pictures of the site, people, guns, etc. Basic rules and some games we play. Forums for, Starcraft, Warcraft, Diablo, Paintball, Quake, and whatever.
Paintball Games and Rules
A Map of the Trails
Views of and from Rocky Base
Views of and from Mossy Base
Some shots of the trails
Guns and stuff
My Spider’s little friend
Battle in the Snow
My legs are tired, but that was expected. The snow almost holds me up, but usually I fall through, the ice crystals getting between my boots and pants. We try to stay where there’s less snow but often it’s not possible.
There’s a shallow stream ahead. A position on the far side should be easy to defend. There’s the stream on the east side and deep snow to the north and west. We hang the flag on a small branch of the tree in the center of our position. Jon recommends that we camp in sniper positions and wait for the attack.
We know they’ll come from the north. Jon chooses a position at the crest of the outcropping to the north. There’s little cover so I let him hunker down there and I look for a place for me to defend from. There’s a good spot I can use that covers the stream. I lie down in the damp leaves. What a great spot if only they’d come now. The leaves are really a lot damper than they looked and I feel pretty exposed. I’ll go back up and talk to Jon.
Jon has his mask off. I yell at him in a stage whisper to pull it down. “It’s fogged up!” He puts it on though. After we listen for a couple minutes, only hearing leaves rustling and our own heartbeats, I check my gun. The safety is still on. I gesture to Jon, showing him how dumb I’d been. He looks at his gun and then turns off his safety.
It seems like it’s been a long time. We’d hoped they’d attack our good position but it seems they either know we have the upper hand here or are happy with a standoff for now.
I can’t take this any longer, “I’m going to reconnoiter down to the stream.” I think this is a dangerous move but… “Watch me, if anyone shoots, spray them so I can get back.”
I slowly creep down, carefully avoiding stepping on anything that would make a noise, pausing every few feet to survey the surroundings and listen. Down by the stream I actually have a better view of the area to the North. Nothing. Back up the hill with Jon, “This position is great to defend but it’s not good to attack from.” We have to get this thing going so I propose that I’ll go down and cross the stream. Jon is to keep about 75 feet behind me so if I get shot at he can lay down covering fire allowing me to retreat.
Crossing the stream is not safe. It’s wide open and the sun is bright in the sky. I’m trying to avoid splashing or stepping on any sticks that will crack. But I don’t know what’s ahead.
Finally I’m across and move up to a thick clump of trees. I’m on my elbows and knees trying to look for anything that might move. Wow, my heart is pounding hard now, but not from the exertion. I just wish I could hear something useful. Watching, watching… ok, I’ll move up further. It’s safer in the dense brush. I’m taking a course I wouldn’t normally use but I need to stay off the crunchy snow, there’s a big tree up ahead. If I can get to it, I’ll finally have a place to rest for a minute. I had to risk running through the open but I made it. I’m thinking, “I took the lazy way to get here. I would have been safer to cross from the right, but I’m winded and I really needed to get to this safer position to rest.” Now that I’m in a new position, it’s important to take a good look around. Shit, about 50 feet away I see someone’s pant leg partly visible from behind a tree. Without hesitating, I step into the open to get a better angle and rapid-fire 15 or 20 shots finally hitting Bryan. Wow, I was really lucky to see him when I did, he would have had a clear shot the next time I moved.
Now there’s just Erling. I don’t know where Jon is behind me but I can’t risk calling out. Erling’s flag is somewhere to the North. Heh, I’ll follow Bryan’s tracks.
Well, it seems like Bryan really likes to walk through nasty weeds and pickers so I don’t retrace his steps very far. Maybe 15 feet. Now I’m just following a path. Watching mostly to the right where it looked like Bryan had come from. Suddenly I hear shots from my left. I scramble up to the next big tree to take cover, my feet slipping out from under me and I almost fall in the snow as I get to cover. There’s shots whizzing by and glancing off both sides of the tree I’m behind. I stick my gun out and try to return fire blindly, but this only seems to encourage him to shoot more.
Shit. I’m really pinned down here. I call out to Jon to move up and help me. It sounds like he’s a long ways off but I yell that I’m pinned down. I just hope he understands. Peaking out, I can just see the edge of Erling’s jacket. I blast another 20 or so rounds at him but at least half are taken out by twigs and branches before they get there. He’s moving left and I move counterclockwise to the next cover, now he is southwest of me. Again I’m pinned down. There’s shots whizzing by me on both sides. We’re maybe 75 feet apart and he sprays ammo toward me again. When I next peek out I have a good view of him with less branches so I start spraying fire at him. Now Erling runs south and I see his flag, abandoned on the hillock. Probably never have a better chance so I run up the hill and grab the flag. Not dead yet. I run for the path back to the stream. I know Erling went southwest and I’m going southeast. My base is straight south from here.
My mask is pinching my nose and it’s hard to breath, mostly breathing through my mouth now, pounding my way through deep snow. I just need to get to my base before Erling does. Does he know where it is? There’s no time to think about stepping on twigs now and my lungs are screaming for air. I stop for about ten seconds to breathe, where’s Jon? OK, just down to the stream, across, and up to our flag. At the edge of the stream I look across and up and there’s our flag. Just 60 feet more. I cross the stream and as I reach the other side I hear it. Someone’s shooting rapid fire from the top of the hill and I dodge back toward to stream but YOW! Shot in the knee.
Erling got me. He must have gotten off 15 shots in about 2 seconds, man that stings. I was about 15 feet from our flag and he had just climbed the ridge from the other side. I call out “hit” and drop their flag. Now Jon is coming back, Erling shoots him in a brief flurry of shots. Well, almost had them…