I shouldn't be allowed to design in Forza
By JJWeatherman 13 Comments
Whenever I find myself exploring the painting aspect of Forza 3, I always seem to find myself making ridiculous things that just seem to come to me and infiltrate my mind. I'm often held against my will by some mysterious force that wants me to make the most terrifically terrible designs. Once an idea pops into my head I am held hostage by that mysterious force and cannot stop until I have completed my original thought. Sometimes it's something simple. Other times it's something that takes several hours of hard work to come to fruition. But the overall result is always the same. And that is something that's crazy pointless. The mysterious force struck many times during my time with Forza 2. Now that I have been playing Forza 3 for a couple days now, the force has returned with a vengeance.
The first time I decided to take a look at the new design editor feature I ended up making something pretty simple. It looked something like this:
Now I have absolutely no idea why that happened. The first pieces I put down were the circle parts of the pan. Next was the bacon shaped squiggly things. They are originally a lot larger but I was messing around with one of them and thought it looked like bacon when I shrunk it. Once I realized that, I was off to the races. Yet another meaningless and strange design was born, and my first in Forza 3.
After that, I neglected the design editor in fear of the mysterious force reoccupying my mind. OK that's not true, I just wanted to race. But anyways I didn't return to the design editor for a while, choosing instead to race, race, and race some more. I have built up a lot of credits in the past few days and have even honed my drifting skills. It's been good times.
But then last night it happened. I was sitting in the darkness of my room. Only the blinding bright, white menu screen of Forza 3 lit my gloomy bedroom. The mysterious force had returned and it was leading my hand towards the design editor section of the Forza 3 menu. As the cursor hovered over the option to create designs, I sat, starring. Finally my mind couldn't resist the force any longer and I--with a quick stroke of the A button--found myself starring into the eyes of the beast. It was at this point that an idea was born. It was as if this idea had hatched, slithered over to me, up into my ear canal, and into my brain. There was no way I was going to resist this. Struggle was futile. I then took a deep breath of the dry, dusty air surrounding me, and was overcome by the mysterious force.
Long story short, I made this:
I mean seriously. What the hell is that?! How in gods green goodness did that happen? I don't even like Mike Tyson!
Peace out ya jive turkeys!