i made doom in blender cos i thought it would be funni
it uses geometry nodes and runs 100% vanilla or with a little code if u want wasd inputs and audio
here is the link
https://sando21.gumroad.com/l/mitabf
also @CGMatter where is part 3
also i dont wanna hear anything about the game engine that hasn’t been a thing for six years
i never have even used a version of blender with the game engine
family guy s1 ep 1 part 1
Mom, Dad, I found cigarettes
in Greg’s jacket.
– Greg, were you smoking cigarettes?
– No, Dad.
He’s lying. There’s no doubt about that.
Greg, I’m afraid your punishment
will be four hours in the snakepit.
That’ll give you time to think about
what you did.
Man!
That’ll teach him.
Jan, I’m afraid you’ve earned
a day in the fire chamber…
…for tattling on your brother.
Smoking. How does
a boy like that go so wrong?
– They live in a crummy neighborhood.
– The Bradys?
Yeah. They got robbers, thugs,
drug dealers. You name it.
You folks want some pancakes?
No, thanks. See, that’s the worst
we got is Jemima’s Witnesses.
« It seems today that all you see
« is violence in movies and sex on TV
« But where are those good,
old-fashioned values
« on which we used to rely?
« Lucky there’s a family guy
« Lucky there’s a man who’ll
positively tell you
« all the things that make us
« laugh ‘n’ cry
« He’s a family guy »
Mom, my lips are too thin.
Can I please get collagen injections?
Meg, you don’t need to change
the way you look.
You know, most of the world’s problems
stem from poor self-image.
Excellent! The mind-control device
is nearing completion!
Stewie, I said no toys at the table.
Damn you, vile woman!
You’ve impeded my work since the day
I escaped from your wretched womb.
Don’t pout, honey. When you were born…
…the doctor said you were
the happiest looking baby he’d ever seen.
But, of course. That was my victory day.
The fruition of my deeply-laid plans…
…to escape from that cursed ovarian
bastille! Return the device, woman!
No toys, Stewie.
Very well, then.
Mark my words, when you least expect it,
your uppance will come!
Mom, can I turn the heat up?
Don’t touch the thermostat, Meg.
Your father gets upset.
Come on. This thing goes up to 90.
Who touched the thermostat?
God, how does he always know?
Brain implant, Meg. Every father’s got one.
Tells you when the kids mess with the dial.
My thing went off!
Your thermostat okay?
– Yeah, it’s all right.
– Is my kid over here?
I’m going for the high score!
Actually, Charlie’s got the high score.
Man. Your clock won’t flush.
I feel kind of bad, guys.
I promised my wife I wouldn’t drink.
– Don’t feel bad, Peter.
– Gee. I never thought of it like that.
Did you bring the porno?
Did I bring the porno?
You’re gonna love it. It’s a classic.
Listen, Ilsa. If I take this thing out…
…and you’re not on it, you’ll regret it.
Not today or tomorrow.
But soon, and for the rest of your life.
Come on, llsa! Get on it!
The statue was a gift from France.
What is this?
Man. My kid must’ve taped
over this for history class.
The Statue of Liberty?
What are we gonna do?
– Boys, we’re gonna drink till she’s hot.
– That’s just crazy enough to work.
Meg, finish your pancakes.
– Chris, elbows off your father.
– Thanks, son.
37 beers. You’re setting
a great example for the kids, Peter.
Yeah. A new family record.
Way to raise the bar, Dad.
Chris, you’re 13. Don’t talk like that.
Kids, Daddy only drank
so the Statue of Liberty…
…would take her clothes off.
– What did you promise me last night?
– I wouldn’t drink at the stag party.
– And what did you do?
– Drank at the stag…
I almost walked right into that one. God!
Feels like accountants
are cranking adding machines in my head.
Dick, you ever wonder
what’s outside those walls?
That’s dangerous thinking, Paul.
You best stick to your work.
Okay.
You see? A hangover is nature’s way
of telling you I was right. I mean…
Mom, are you all right?
My goodness.
This chair leg was loose. Isn’t that silly?
I could’ve broken my neck.
Damn!
Forget it! False alarm!
Ass ahoy.
Peter, it’s 7:00 and you’ve still got
your pants on. What’s the occasion?
He’s going to a stag party.
Lois, I work hard all week
to provide for this family.
I am the man of the house.
As the man, I order you
to give me permission to go to this party.
Look, at least promise me you won’t drink.
Alcohol always leads to trouble.
Come on. You’re worrying about nothing.
Remember when you got drunk
off the Communion wine at church?
And so the Lord God smote poor Job…
…with festering boils all over his body.
Man, I hate it when he tells this story.
Yet, miraculously,
Job was still able to retain his dignity.
– Is that really the blood of Christ?
– Yes.
Man, that guy must’ve been wasted
24 hours a day.
And then there was that time
at the ice cream store.
Butter Rum’s my favorite.
Remember you had an Irish coffee
Spookboii
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