Psycho Hill Is Looking For Texture Artists And Additional Mappers Thread

First off, to shine some light on Psycho Hill Revised, here is a cutout from the story.

CHAPTER I – Mysterious Beginnings

Prologue:

It was a cold thursday night when David Rubbler, a truck driver for Texas Chemical Industries, was heading down the road, in order to drop of the chemical cargo at the TCI facilities near a town called Little Creek. The visibility was horrible, eventhough the truck’s headlights were on, the fog made it impossible to see more than a couple of feet ahead. While the road wasn’t used a lot at night, the fog still made it a fairly dangerous road to be on, as there were trees all around, making up parts of Breighton forest. Not too far from the road was a quiet and peaceful stream, which lead right into the drinking water reservoir of the neighboring towns.
“Where the hell is this damned place anyway? I am sure I was supposed to take a right back there. Maybe HQ will be able to get me some info.”, David mumbled under his breath and slowly grabbed for the transmitter of the radio. Just as he got a hold of it, it tumbled out of his hands and somewhere under the seat.
“Ah damn it, that’s just my luck now, isn’t it!”, he protested and went after the transmitter to get it. Slowly but surely the transport truck was swerving of it’s lane and towards the oncoming traffic. At the moment that lane was clear but David wasn’t be that lucky for much longer. Just as he finally grabbed the transmitter and looked up, he realized that a red Pick-up was coming his way. Immediately he jammed into the breaks and pulled the steering wheel to a sharp right in order to still bypass the oncomming car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. The driver of the Pick-up was half asleep when he heard the screeching of the truck’s wheels and tried to maneuver away. Moments later the car crushed into the trailing end of the truck and ripped open the tank, with the chemicals. While the Pick-up was totalled through the immensive impact, the truck tipped over to the side and partially slided into the woods. David Rubbler was tossed out of the vehicle and came to a quick end when he landed hard on the road. The Pick-up driver was crushed by bis own car and died shortly after.
As both vehicles slowly started to burn and catch fire, the chemicals of the truck were leaking out at a fast pace. It seemed as if the chemical’s way was destined, as it entered the creek and mixed in with the water, slowly heading towards the reservoir...

Sunday night, Town of Breighton, 9:50PM:

The town of Breighton was located right at the border of the woods and the people here were very friendly and went after their own business. Most of the town already was asleep and let the law protect them. It had been a calm and silent Sunday night for deputy William Peters, who was alone in the office on most Sundays. The Sheriff usually took Sundays off to watch some show on Television at home. However, the silence would not stand much longer, as Peters suddenly received a distress call from the Sheriff’s office of the neighboring town, of Little Creek. This was a rare thing, since the Sheriff department of Little Creek was enormous compared to Breighton. William Peters was confused about the situation and had some trouble hearing the Sheriff.
“What is going on, Sheriff? Can you speak up? The line is really bad, I can hardly understand you!” he shouted into the phone. It was hard to make out much after that. All he heard was something that sounded like ‘come quick’ and ‘all the help we can get’. Peters quickly ran out to station wagon and headed towards Little Creek. He wouldn’t bother stopping by the Sheriff’s house, who would most likely be too busy watching some talk-show anyway. Peters asked himself, what could have happened, that the Little Creek Sheriff departments needs to be reinforced by Breighton.

Town of Little Creek, 10:20PM:

It was a frightening sight, when Peters arrived in Little Creek. Just a few days ago he passed through and it was a lively town and now most of the buildings were burning or already had collapsed. William Peters got out of the car and walked a few steps into the burning remains of Little Creek.
“Could this be arson? And where in god‘s name is everyone?” William asked himself. He decided to head towards the Sheriff’s office. It was one of the few buildings that hadn’t caught fire yet. As he ran towards the Sheriff’s office, something suddenly moved on his right. William stopped and turned around, glancing at a burning building, which used to be a lively bar, with two floors. Up on the top floor he thought he saw someone in the window. Was he just imagining this? He wasn’t sure. He slowly headed towards the bar and entered the building. The door looked like it was kicked, or smashed in with big force. Inside the building he was running past burning tables and chairs, heading towards a set of stairs. They looked like they could still hold his weight, before they succumb to the fire. Suddenly he stopped again. He was certain that he had heard movement from above him. William quickly hurried up the stairs and scanned the top floor for any sign of life. Nothing. Nothing but burning furniture. Peters decided he had just imagined the person he saw in the window and that he should head back over to the Sheriff’s office. The fire might not spare it for much longer. A note was pinned at the door of the office. It said “Evacuation and gathering point is at the church on the hill. Everyone, report there A.S.A.P. Signed, Sheriff Berkling.”
“An evacuation point? Why would Berkling set up an evacuation point? And why didn’t the fire department do something about this fire?” William asked himself puzzled under his breath. He decided that his best bet at finding the answers to his questions was to follow the townspeople of Little Creek to the church on the hill, which lay a few minutes outside of town.
Suddenly something moved. He heard it coming from behind him. William quickly turned around, ready to face something unexptected. Nothing. He was sure that he heard something.
William Peters walked back to his car with a quick and steady pace, in order to get started on his way towards the church. “I will also radio the Breighton fire department, they ought to help out here.” he thought, as he came closer to his car.

Town of Little Creek, 10:40PM:

“What in hell happened here?” William shouted out loud, as he slowly walked towards his burning car. He made sure that he parked it away from burning buildings and yet it was blazing with fire. Something definitely was wrong in this town. He didn’t bother too long and decided there was nothing he could do about the car and headed towards the church, which lay on the other side of town. He didn’t really have a choice, he thought. William had to get to the church, even if it meant going through the woods by foot.
On his way to the church, he couldn’t help but notice the feeling of being followed or watched. William turned around every once in a while but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He actually had hoped to see atleast somebody or something, just to be sure he wasn’t imagining things. A few moments later, he was relieved to see the church ahead of him. It looked like there was light in the church. That would mean somebody definitely is in there and he could possibly get some answers.
Suddenly, he heard someone speak behind him. He wasn’t sure what it was he heard but he quickly turned around. William just saw the back of someone going back into the woods.
“Hello?” he shouted. “You don’t need to be scared of me. Are you also going to the church?” he continued, a little unsure of himself and the situation. William slowly walked towards the spot, where he thought the mysterious man had disappeared into the woods. However, the closer he got to the woods, the more the feeling inside him grew that he should not go that way but instead head to the church. William quickly turned around and did as his gut feeling told him.

“Look! Down there, another one is coming!” a woman shouted down the hill and then turned around and frantically waved to someone to come over. A moment later a man in Sheriff’s uniform appeared, with a shotgun in one hand and a set of binoculars in the other. After inspecting the situation, he slowly raised the binoculars to his face.
“That’s not another one of them, that looks like deputy Peters.” Sheriff Berkling said to the woman. “Lets hope he’s alright!” he continued, and slowly started down the hill, away from the church.

Now, we are in need of the following things:
° Texture Artist
° 1-2 Additional Mappers

These positions are necesary, as we have huge plans for the mapping front. So, if you are interested in helping or joining Psycho Hill Revised, please contact me by mail - ecion@optonline.net - or get in contact with me through aim, icq or msn.. all of which can be found on my personal modDB profile.

Thank you for your time,

- Edited By e-labs.ecion On Thu 16th, Sep 2004 @ 2:10:44pm

Cmon you know that you want to be a mapper for this.

Vehicles will play a role in Psycho Hill, as they allow the player to get from point A to point B in a more or less comfortable manner. Vehicles will range from Police/Sheriff cars to Pick-Ups....We want Psycho Hill to be as alive as possible, meaning that there will be working fueling stations, working hospitals, working bars, and other everyday things

And that's only a small part of the gameplay features.. you ought to check out the rest here -- Psycho Hill Revised!