Mario Kart is a very competitive sport in my family, and it’s time we had something serious to play for! Enter the Mario Kart Trophy. Now the winners can bask in glory… until the next marathon session.Choose how you want to use the trophy – print all parts (as listed in instructions) and combine with some toys of your favourite characters to rank the positions of friends and family, or leave off the ranked placings around the perimeter and use it as a clean and simple trophy (also less printing required). Either way, take your karting to the next level!You can read about my process designing and creating this design on my blog https://edditiveblog.wordpress.com/category/mario-kart-trophy/Also note that the base part uploaded here only says ‘Mario Kart Championship’ so you aren’t stuck with my last name!https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/
Compete against other players to become the longest snake/worm. Eat food to grow, and consume the remains of others when they crash. Now you can build your own Slither.io, and grow in length by printing body sections. Share pictures of the longest snake you can make.
It’s official, I’m a nerd. I love playing first person shooters and I thought I would try to 3D print some control pads out of Ninjaflex. I love these things and use them all the time now. If you have normal to large size hands, these things feel much better than the standard Xbox joysticks. There are two pieces that need to be attached to each other.
From the epic gaming series that is Gears of War, the Locust Horde are a race of reptillian humanoids of the planet Sera. The locust live underground but due to there civil war with the Lambent Locust, they were forced to rise to the surface with the aim to wipe out the human race. The only remaining human millitary force on Sera is the COG who are the main antagonists within the franchise.
Drow Ranger's given name is Traxex-a name well suited to the short, trollish, rather repulsive Drow people. But Traxex herself is not a Drow. Her parents were travelers in a caravan set upon by bandits, whose noisy slaughter of innocents roused the ire of the quiet Drow people. After the battle settled, the Drow discovered a small girl-child hiding in the ruined wagons, and agreed she could not be abandoned. Even as child, Traxex showed herself naturally adept at the arts they prized: Stealth, silence, subtlety. In spirit, if not in physique, she might have been a Drow changeling, returned to her proper home. But as she grew, she towered above her family and came to think of herself as ugly. After all, her features were smooth and symmetrical, entirely devoid of warts and coarse whiskers. Estranged from her adopted tribe, she withdrew to live alone in the woods. Lost travelers who find their way from the forest sometimes speak of an impossibly beautiful Ranger who peered at them from deep among the trees, then vanished like a dream before they could approach. Lithe and stealthy, icy hot, she moves like mist in silence. That whispering you hear is her frozen arrows finding an enemy's heart.
Kardel Sharpeye was born deep in the mountains of Knollen where, since time immemorial, Keen Folk have survived by hunting the strange, cliff-dwelling steepstalkers above their village, shooting them from a distance and collecting the carcasses where they fell. Sharpeye was among the best of these strange mountain keens for whom projectile weapons are but another appendage, and to shoot is as natural as to touch.On his day of summoning, when he was to gain full standing in his village, Sharpeye took the ancient test: a single shot from the valley floor to strike a beast down from the cliffs. To miss was to be dishonored. With his entire village standing vigil, Sharpeye took his shot. A steepstalker fell; the crowd cheered. But when the carcass was collected, the village grew silent, for the elders found that the bullet had pierced its glittering central eye then fallen to be clenched in the steepstalker's mandibles. This ominous sign was the literal opening of a dark prophecy, foretelling both greatness and exile for the gunman who made such a shot. Sharpeye the Sniper was thus, by his own skill, condemned to make his way apart from his people-and unwelcome back among them until he has fulfilled the remainder of the prophecy by attaining legendary stature on a field of battle.
The Ecclesiast-King of Elze nursed a desire for pain--forbidden pain. In a less prominent political figure, such desires might be considered unwise, but in a monarch of his stature, to satisfy such thirsts would have threatened the virtue of the Divine Throne itself. Therefore he turned to his dungeon full of demonologists, promising freedom to whoever could summon a personal succubus of torment and bind it entirely to his service. The creature who arrived, Akasha by name, visited upon him such exquisite torments that he named her his Secret Queen, and he began to spend all his spare moments submitting to her clever torments--eventually abdicating all his responsibilities in his pursuit of the painful pleasures that only she could bring. Queen of Pain could bring him to the brink of death, but she was rune-bound to keep him alive. At last the King's neglect of state brought on an uprising. He was dragged from his chamber and hurled from the Tower of Invocations, and at the moment of death, Queen of Pain was let loose into the world, freed from servitude--freed to visit her sufferings on anyone she deigned to notice.
Strygwyr the Bloodseeker is a ritually sanctioned hunter, Hound of the Flayed Twins, sent down from the mist-shrouded peaks of Xhacatocatl in search of blood. The Flayed Ones require oceanic amounts of blood to keep them sated and placated, and would soon drain their mountain empire of its populace if the priests of the high plateaus did not appease them. Strygwyr therefore goes out in search of carnage. The vital energy of any blood he lets, flows immediately to the Twins through the sacred markings on his weapons and armor. Over the years, he has come to embody the energy of a vicious hound; in battle he is savage as a jackal. Beneath the Mask of the Bloodseeker, in the rush of bloody quenching, it is said that you can sometime see the features of the Flayers taking direct possession of their Hound.
After printing cleaning off rafts and supports might be necessary if printing with PLA. This guns are optimized for lego mini figures and are not associated with Brickarms in any way. Leave a like and comment if you would like more packs in the future.Lego compatible Weapons Pack one modern combat  by Shmeshe  is licensed under the Creative Commons - Attribution - Share Alike  license. http://www.thingiverse.com/thing:726703 http://www.thingiverse.com/Shmeshe http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/
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In the time shortly before the League, there were those within the sinister city-state of Noxus who did not agree with the evils perpetrated by the Noxian High Command. The High Command had just put down a coup attempt from the self-proclaimed Crown Prince Raschallion, and a crack down on any form of dissent against the new government was underway. These political and social outcasts, known as the Gray Order, sought to leave their neighbors in peace as they pursued dark arcane knowledge. The leaders of this outcast society were a married couple: Gregori Hastur, the Gray Warlock, and his wife Amoline, the Shadow Witch. Together they led an exodus of magicians and other intelligentsia from Noxus, resettling their followers beyond the Great Barrier to the northern reaches of the unforgiving Voodoo Lands. Though survival was a challenge at times, the Gray Order's colony managed to thrive in a land where so many others would have failed.