No, only this screenshots.
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Amazon Shark
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Those are not screenshots, unless this is from upgraded footage. The video quality for the original video is 480p or the next framerate up.
Maybe, but it looks like screenshots. I fond them in DA and reposted here.
Amazon Shark
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These look like still photos, and I wonder if there are more of them out there. I don't recall coming across the pics before, but I know it's from an Amazon-Warriors movie, I forget the name. Might be "Arrow-something"
The name is "The battle". There are some pictures here and there and a picture with them bloodied in the camp. But it should belong to another clip.
Update: Here is a picture of them in the camp
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Amazon Shark
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That definitely looks like a screenshot from The Battle.The name is "The battle". There are some pictures here and there and a picture with them bloodied in the camp. But it should belong to another clip.
zakolovers
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Is it warhammer 3 total war? What mod do you use?
LishaThorne
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troy with amazon dlc, I made the mod
zakolovers
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where could get the mod? on steam workshop or buy it else?
LishaThorne
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I looked around unfortunately I do not have it anymore after I reformatted. Trouble with Steam mods are they are cryptic where they are placed and I end up forgetting to back them up. It was not a fully useable mod anyway, it was never finished. I work too much to mod games these days.
wj1905
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The video is called Forest Battle. I have been looking for it for years. I had it once but sadly it was lost, and I cannot find it online now anywhere. It is one of their older videos so is not in most siterips you find.The name is "The battle". There are some pictures here and there and a picture with them bloodied in the camp. But it should belong to another clip.
Update: Here is a picture of them in the camp
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ForeingR4evR
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I love bodypiles, I have drawn some myself.
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[Warning! Blood, Gore and Sexual conents. Viewer's descrition is highly adviced. Viewers 18+ only!]
The Soviet Ranger Corps relentlessly ambushed the Imperial German soldiers, inflicting devastating losses even after the main forces of the soviet army had been decimated and scattered. However, on a bright afternoon, they found themselves cornered, unable to escape the encroaching enemy.
Emerging from the dense woods, they discovered a valley dotted with hills. Seizing the high ground, they fortified their position and picked off any enemy that dared approach. The Imperial German Army faced staggering losses, nearly depleting their ranks of clone soldiers.
In a desperate bid, the commander rallied every available soldier in the vicinity, even calling upon steel-armored spearwomen from the near by temple garrison.
Hundreds of clone soldiers surged forward, only to be met with a hail of arrows from the rangers. The slow-moving spearwomen became easy targets for the seasoned fighters. The battlefield became a grim sight, with the bodies of fallen german clone soldiers accumulating, their pale corpses blanketing the grassy hill as if it had been dusted with snow.
This reckless strategy persisted, with expendable clone soldiers serving as mere meat shields, absorbing arrows with their hefty figures, while countless spearwomen fell in vain. Yet, more spearwomen were ready to take their place, trampling over the corpses of their fallen comrades as they advanced up the hill. Wave after wave, the Imperial German soldiers finally closed in on the Soviet rangers. As the IGA began deploying archers alongside the spearwomen, the tide had already turned.
The last four rangers held their ground until the bitter end, one by one succumbing to the relentless assault of the enemy's spearwomen and archers. In the aftermath, the battlefield was littered with the lifeless bodies of clone soldiers from both sides, creating a feast for wild creatures and scavengers drawn to the grim scene.
After the battle concluded, the remnants of the Imperial German Army retreated to their bases, leaving behind a lone Steel-armored spearwoman tasked with guarding the fallen clone soldiers. Her squad sergeant had instructed her to remain vigilant until the recovery team arrived to collect the weapons and armor from the dead.
In the midst of the grim yet hauntingly beautiful battlefield, she found a moment of solace. The valley stretched before her, dotted with the lifeless forms of her comrades, a somber tapestry that extended as far as her gaze could reach.
She watched the sky transform as the smaller sun of the solar system began to rise, casting a warm glow over the scene, replacing its larger counterpart.
As night began to creep in, hours slipped by without any sign of relief or the workers she awaited. The eerie silence was occasionally broken by unsettling moaning sounds emanating from the field of corpses.
Her stomach rumbled, and she let out a loud fart, only to be startled by another similar sound from one of the dead clone soldiers. "Was that me or...?" She turned her head to catch any movement in the field below.
The darkness deepened, even with the second sun casting its light over the battlefield. All she could discern were the faint silhouettes of the bodies around her.
She squatted down, finally succumbing to the urge she had held since morning. One advantage of being a temple guard was the ample food provided, but it often led to explosive consequences at night.
As she let out a stream of sticky and brown flow of excrement between her two large pale moons, a horde of scavengers began to converge. The pungent mix of feces, blood, and decaying flesh drew these vile creatures, who thrive on consuming human waste and breast milk.
After a large battle, they would emerge to feast on the remains. The scavangers would insert their long tails deep inside a dead clone soldier's anus to lay eggs in the colon to reprocreate, using the clone soldier's highly nutritious corpse as a hatchery.
One scavenger stealthily approached the unsuspecting guard from behind, its sharp claws glinting in the dim light as it prepared to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
The Soviet Ranger Corps relentlessly ambushed the Imperial German soldiers, inflicting devastating losses even after the main forces of the soviet army had been decimated and scattered. However, on a bright afternoon, they found themselves cornered, unable to escape the encroaching enemy.
Emerging from the dense woods, they discovered a valley dotted with hills. Seizing the high ground, they fortified their position and picked off any enemy that dared approach. The Imperial German Army faced staggering losses, nearly depleting their ranks of clone soldiers.
In a desperate bid, the commander rallied every available soldier in the vicinity, even calling upon steel-armored spearwomen from the near by temple garrison.
Hundreds of clone soldiers surged forward, only to be met with a hail of arrows from the rangers. The slow-moving spearwomen became easy targets for the seasoned fighters. The battlefield became a grim sight, with the bodies of fallen german clone soldiers accumulating, their pale corpses blanketing the grassy hill as if it had been dusted with snow.
This reckless strategy persisted, with expendable clone soldiers serving as mere meat shields, absorbing arrows with their hefty figures, while countless spearwomen fell in vain. Yet, more spearwomen were ready to take their place, trampling over the corpses of their fallen comrades as they advanced up the hill. Wave after wave, the Imperial German soldiers finally closed in on the Soviet rangers. As the IGA began deploying archers alongside the spearwomen, the tide had already turned.
The last four rangers held their ground until the bitter end, one by one succumbing to the relentless assault of the enemy's spearwomen and archers. In the aftermath, the battlefield was littered with the lifeless bodies of clone soldiers from both sides, creating a feast for wild creatures and scavengers drawn to the grim scene.
After the battle concluded, the remnants of the Imperial German Army retreated to their bases, leaving behind a lone Steel-armored spearwoman tasked with guarding the fallen clone soldiers. Her squad sergeant had instructed her to remain vigilant until the recovery team arrived to collect the weapons and armor from the dead.
In the midst of the grim yet hauntingly beautiful battlefield, she found a moment of solace. The valley stretched before her, dotted with the lifeless forms of her comrades, a somber tapestry that extended as far as her gaze could reach.
She watched the sky transform as the smaller sun of the solar system began to rise, casting a warm glow over the scene, replacing its larger counterpart.
As night began to creep in, hours slipped by without any sign of relief or the workers she awaited. The eerie silence was occasionally broken by unsettling moaning sounds emanating from the field of corpses.
Her stomach rumbled, and she let out a loud fart, only to be startled by another similar sound from one of the dead clone soldiers. "Was that me or...?" She turned her head to catch any movement in the field below.
The darkness deepened, even with the second sun casting its light over the battlefield. All she could discern were the faint silhouettes of the bodies around her.
She squatted down, finally succumbing to the urge she had held since morning. One advantage of being a temple guard was the ample food provided, but it often led to explosive consequences at night.
As she let out a stream of sticky and brown flow of excrement between her two large pale moons, a horde of scavengers began to converge. The pungent mix of feces, blood, and decaying flesh drew these vile creatures, who thrive on consuming human waste and breast milk.
After a large battle, they would emerge to feast on the remains. The scavangers would insert their long tails deep inside a dead clone soldier's anus to lay eggs in the colon to reprocreate, using the clone soldier's highly nutritious corpse as a hatchery.
One scavenger stealthily approached the unsuspecting guard from behind, its sharp claws glinting in the dim light as it prepared to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
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