Beach Party Peril Part 1 test render and other issues

So this is the test render for part 1 and...yeah...

Setting everything up wasn't too bad honestly. Really. That wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that I initially was going to use a muddy water prop, but that didn't work well with my lighting settings for the Render. This led to Daz crashing no less than 3 times until I gave up for a while.

So, I decided to switch out the water prop for the mud pit and that worked out better for my lighting settings. This test render was just me checking to see what was causing the previous crashes and since I didn't replicate that failure, I just went on from there.

So I just felt like sharing that for those who might be curious.

Anacondas 2: Sam and Gail in the Snake Pit WIP Preview

“Get me the orchids! Now!” Samantha Rogers was balancing on a fallen trunk, staring down the barrel of a pistol pointing right at her face. The blond haired and blue eyed beauty had never felt more terrified or miserable in her life. She was shivering and drenched, wearing only a thong and bra after being forced to strip by the traitor holding her friend prisoner and threatening their lives. 

Worst was that the log she was balancing on was bridging a steep pit filed with vines, plants and a mass of snakes. A colony of at least twenty giant anacondas were squirming, slithering and gathering together in a moving bush of scaled thick muscular loops. One of her late co-workers had called it a “snake orgy” and it he was correct. All of those giant snakes were sliding around each other trying to claim mating rights with the dominant alpha female seeking a worthy mate.

“You want to die! You want her to die?” Jack Byron pushed his pistol onto Gail Stern's forehead. Just like Sam, Gail had also been stripped down to her panties and strapless bra. Her tan skin and dark brown hair were drenched by the heavy rain, her brown eyes filled with disgust and anger at her captor. “If you don't get me my orchids, I'll push her in!”

“Hurt her and you can get the orchids yourself!” Sam shouted, daring the traitor and murderer to shoot her. “I'll get them...don't hurt her...”

“You have ten minutes.” Jack demanded, Sam and Gail knew that he wasn't bluffing. Jack had gotten everyone else killed either indirectly or by his own hands. All to get the legendary blood orchids to extend human longevity and get rich in the process. This man had no problem with threatening the two young women with death or worst. “Start crawling.”

Sam growled as she crouched down and started crawling over the log. She could feel it creaking and straining under her weight and she had a good look at the vigorous orgy happening below her. She had seen two giant snakes kill her friends and knew first hand what would happen if one of them captured her. She dared not think about what would happen if she were to fall into a pit filled with more than a dozen of the snakes.

The Anacondas that the Bloody Mary crew had encountered were impossibly large, even by the standards of anacondas. Their size was due to how they had consumed prey which had consumed the legendary blood orchid, a flower believed to extend lifespans. Since the snakes could live longer, they kept growing their entire lives to gain their gigantic lengths. These mainly green and black striped serpents were much faster, stronger and more agile despite their great size in addition to their enhanced strength.

As Sam crawled, she stopped a few meters from the blood orchid when she heard a loud hiss. Down below, two of the borneo serpents were entangling around each other and snapping at each other's heads. Despite their great intelligence, these snakes were very aggressive and their higher metabolism required larger meals more often. While normal anacondas and large constrictors needed to rest for days or weeks to digest their swallowed prey, the Borneo anacondas could digest large prey in a matter of hours.

Despite her fear and terror, Sam managed to reach the flowers that so many had died for. The scarlet flowers were easy enough to pick and put into her bag. But she felt the log creaking more and more with each moment, she was afraid that it would give out soon. Worst, she wasn't sure about what Jack would do with the two beautiful and slender women now at his mercy. 

“Do you have them?” Jack was enjoying himself, one gorgeous half-naked woman was at his mercy and the other was swaying her large ass around while she was on all fours. He knew that making the girls strip was a good idea, they would be easier to move around with drenched clothes weighing them down. Despite their lingerie, the rain left them wet enough to be partially see through and Jack was getting plenty of ideas now. “Well?”

“I got them!” Sam called back, holding up one of the flowers. She started crawling back quickly, but carefully. The log getting more and more unstable as she moved and terror was accelerating her movement. The bark chaffed on her bare skin and cut her knees and hands, but Sam crawled on towards the traitor and her friend.

“Get them here!” Jack shouted, his eyes widening when the log started to crack when Samantha was halfway back. His patience running out and concerned for losing his chance, Jack threw down Gail and pointed his gun at Sam. “Throw them. Throw the bag!”

“Drop the gun!” Sam was worried that trying to go any further would destabilize the cracking log. But she also didn't trust Jack not to shoot her and Gail anyway. “Drop the gun or I drop the bag!”

“You drop the bag and you both die!” Jack shouted again, both angry and fearful that he would lose the blood orchids that he had worked and schemed so hard to attain. “You hear me? Do you want to die?!”

Despite hanging on for dear life, something Sam's gut told her that this was the way. “Drop the gun or I drop the bag!”

“You stupid blonde! Don't you understand-” Screaming, Gail charged into Jack and slammed her elbow into his back. But the force of her charge was greater than she'd planned, causing them both to fall over the edge of the gorge and down into the pit.

“Gail!” Samantha screamed when the log broke under her and she yelled as she too fell down into the pit. As she fell, her legs were caught onto thick vines and left her suspended in midair and half unconscious from the whiplash of the fall. Jack Byron hit his head when he crashed into the shallow waters dotting the snake floor and laid still.

Gail Stern's body was caught on several vines as she fell, but none of them were strong enough to hold up her weight. They instead slowed her fall so that her body was only bruised when it thudded upon a moving floor of coils. Triggered by her very presence, winding loops of scaled muscle began to wrap upon the screaming girl and pulled her down into the nest of aggravated snakes....

Resident Evil - Sewer Supper WIP Sneak Peak

Umbrella Corporation was a hassle even when disbanded.

A tip from a captured Umbrella executive led a small squad of Special Tactics and Rescue Service or S.T.A.R.S. Agents to the sparsely Colbolt City. Cobolt City had once been a developing and blooming metropolis, but most of its population left after an unknown incident and the city never recovered. The operatives launched a daring assault on the Umbrella facility where they were holding the former president's daughter hostage. The skilled and beautiful agents fought through the facility's security guards and unleashed bioweapons until they rescued the hostage and destroyed the building.

Unfortunately, the operatives pickup helicopter was damaged by bad weather and extraction would have to be delayed. With Umbrella Corps bio-weapons hounding them, the operatives had to take an alternative route to the secondary extraction zone. With a lot of luck, they and their rescued captive managed to slip into the city's sewers unnoticed. Four lovely slender and beautiful women searched through the sewers for the tunnels that would take them out of the city.

“When was the last time that this place was cleaned?” Claire Redfield groaned, pinching her nose in a vain attempt to get the foul smell out of her nostrils. Claire Redfield had one pistol out and another holstered on her opposite hip. Claire's auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail and her green eyes were solemn and serious. Under her denim short shorts, she wore a pair of black spats or spandex shorts similar to the spandex cropped undershirt she wore under her red jacket. Like the others, she had been forced to abandon her boots and was doing a passable job at ignoring the foul touch of sludge on her well-formed legs.

“It's a sewer, its supposed to smell.” Jill Valentine was a slender and attractive woman of mixed french and japanese heritage. Her face was framed by several long bangs while shoulder-length brown hair crowned her head. Her fit physique was garbed in a blue tube top and a dark blue mini skirt that was normally covered by a wrapped sweater. But she had lost her sweater and her boots, forcing the agent to walk bare foot through the thigh-deep sludge. Her blue eyes darted around through the barely lit corridor, a small flashlight attached to her pistol being one of the few sources of light that the group had. “Rebecca! Ashley! Keep up! You're falling behind!”

“Sorry.” Rebecca Chambers was one of the younger ladies wading through the muck. A petite girl with short brown hair and blue eyes, a red bandanna wrapped around her forehead. She felt very undressed in her denim shorts, sleeveless vest, thigh brace, and thin cropped tank top. She figured that she made up for matters with her shotgun, but she was more worried about getting out of this grimy place before more mutants appeared.

“Gross...gross...grosss...” Ashley Graham was the only girl without any gun whatsover. She was a slender girl with blond hair adorned with a hairband and brown eyes. The former president's daughter wore an orange sleeveless turtle-neck sweater and also wore a burgundy scarf around her neck even though it was winter. Her green plaid skirt was even shorter than Jill's, exposing her thin white panties when she so much as bent over. 

Jill did not like this environment either, but had to focus on getting to the extraction site. “Look on the bright side ladies. We're on vacation after this mission's done.”

“First think that I'm doing is getting a shower and dipping into a hot Jacuzzi.” Claire quipped, obviously joking and probably more likely to just collapse onto her bed and sleep after the shower.

“Cram for exams...take a bath...get a massage...” Rebecca read off. “What about you Ashley?”

“I second the bath...” Ashley grimaced from the sludge that got onto the edge of her skirt. “Do you go through places like this all of the time?”

“Pretty much.” Rebecca admitting smirking. “At least its just mud and not fungus, flesh or-”

“Okay, I don't want to vomit please.” Ashley did not want to think that there were more disgusting places to walk through than the one she was in. The humidity of the tunnel made the girl's cloths stick to their smooth sweaty skin and it was unbearable for Ashley in her sweater. She considered throwing it off and wrapping it around her waist, but she only had a strapless bra on underneath and so put down the idea.

However, the young women had no idea that they were being stalked. The dark mucky partially flooded passageway emitted a foul musk that blocked the operatives' sense of smell. Thus masking the presence of an amphibian stalker slinking after them upon the sewer ceiling. The creature had been following the  STARS agents for an hour and was waiting for the chance to strike.

The creature was a massive amphibian mutant created from Umbrella's research on bio-weapons. This particular frog monster was from the “gamma” model of the Hunter Series. Its hide was a grotesque blue and grey hue and its head prominently had a large mouth while being completely eyeless. Despite its blindness, the gamma hunter was able to detect prey due to its other senses being heightened so that it could see and hunt viable prey.

The frog monster sensed that three of its quarries were armed with firearms due to the residue of gunpowder and the distinct scent of hot metal. The gamma hunter was not a very durable creature and could easily be slain by a single bullet to its large head. However, it could tell that the fourth quarry was completely unarmed and was lagging behind the others.

The amphibian mutant licked its chops, anticipating the taste of the luscious young woman that it was moving closer to. Unlike the other three, Ashley was having the hardest time moving through the sludge. She was increasingly having to stop and reach into her the sludge to dislodge her legs before she kept wading. This put her further and further behind with only a small flashlight to give her some light.

Being blind, the gamma hunter had no such weakness or reliance on light. It only needed to feel the vibrating heat emitting off of the fair skin of the blond schoolgirl. It could already smell the sweat coming off of her pores, it already envisioned slobbering over her hairless skin. The amphibian lowered out its tongue, extending it down towards the sludge and guiding it closer to the President's daughter.

“Can we at least get out of this muck soon-” Ashley was suddenly pulled back into mud with a splash...