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Welcome to the Command Center! I design easy-to-print Army Men figures, vehicles, and custom terrain kits. Daily print tester. High-quality 3MF profiles included with every upload.
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srry y'all, Fort Tannenburg is taking a while, PLUS I have to go on vacation until August 4th
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#Majorasmaskstory here is another: 2015: The Moon was spotted in the sky on October 31st, 2015. Looming close to Earth, it had a large angry face, a sharp nose, and craters all over the Moon. Countries all over the earth aimed their missiles at the Moon. They did nothing. The missiles only bounced off, or exploded on the Moon. People simultaneously turned on the speakers, phones and devices that could play music, or speak through, and played Final Hours from Majora’s Mask. A tremor struck Earth as it approached. Not a person flinched. Lovers embraced as the Moon approached. Electronic billboards counted down from 60 minutes. 60, 59, 58, 57, 56… People prayed to God. 3… 2… 1… 0. SILENCE… for a few seconds… People all over the earth began to realize they weren’t dead. 4 gigantic people, no… giants, were holding up the Moon. In the morning sun, they saw a boy. All clad in green. Playing an Ocarina. The Giants jumped up, taking the Moon with them. In London, in Trafalgar Square, there were thousands of people. Suddenly, a person began to sing. One by one, people joined in. The song went something like this: The sun rises on a newborn day, We almost died, but Salvation rescued us, *All join in* Oh, sing of a newborn day, Providence always has a way *refrain* The Moon vanquished, Home in his place, We rejoice, thank Heaven we survived, Oh sing of a newborn day, Providence always has a way. (Refrain once more) *lone voice* Sing of… a new…born… day………. *fade out* The sky lit up with gold mist as the people sang, as if Earth herself was rejoicing as well. *three years later* Every year, on October 31st, from 9:00 pm to 11:59 PM, everyone across every time zone takes candles and when the clocks hit 12:00, people explode with the Song of Dawn. They hold a festival named the Festival of Dawn and sing, dance, and eat until morning, November 1st. and so, on November 1st, people take their wind instruments, be it Ocarina or Flute or whatever, go into the deepest forests, the most ancient forests, searching… searching for the Boy in Green. But on November 1st, 2018, a group of hikers went into the Crooked Forest, in Canada. They saw a silhouette of a Boy, for a split second, and then they heard a laugh, a child’s laugh, meaning the Boy finally could live his life. The rest of the hikers walked away. Except one. Maria. She saw the boy. About 10 or 12. About as old as her. He smiled, and then ran off into the forest. Maria never forgot this moment.
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#Majorasmaskstory Here is the final result! The 2015 Crisis: The Day the Music Played: The countdown had reached its final, agonizing minute. It was October 31, 2015, and the world was shrouded in a heavy, terrifying darkness. High above, filling the entire sky from horizon to horizon, was the Anomaly—a colossal moon with an unnaturally frozen, angry stone grin and two massive, bloodshot eyes staring directly down at the continents. The sheer atmospheric pressure had shattered the glass windows of television studios and skyscrapers across the globe.But humanity did not spend its final moments screaming in fear. Instead, we chose to stand together. Across every time zone, a unified act of defiance swept the planet. Cities completely shut off their electrical grids. In London, New York, Tokyo, and tiny rural villages, millions of people walked out onto their doorsteps and into the dark streets, holding hands in the quiet. Together, they lit a sea of a billion red candles, turning the continents into glowing veins of fire beneath the dark sky. And then, the music began. Through synchronized radio broadcasts, automated emergency sirens, car stereos, and stadium sound systems, humanity blasted the exact same melody into the heavens all at once. It was the haunting, melancholic, three-note loop of the Final Hours theme. The sorrowful brass and weeping strings echoed off the empty buildings. Strangers threw their arms around one another, weeping openly in the crimson twilight, serenading the very entity that was about to destroy them. It was a collective statement whispered from eight billion souls into the dark: We are still here, we are listening, and we are not afraid. At exactly zero seconds, the crust of the Earth buckled. But it wasn't an explosion. With a deep, rhythmic thrumming like a colossal heartbeat, four massive, monolithic arms weaved from ancient stone and living tree roots burst from the cardinal points of the globe. They shot into the sky, their towering palms catching the jawline of the falling moon just millimeters before impact. The giants groaned under the cosmic weight, holding up the sky. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of magical energy erupted in the atmosphere. A tiny figure clad in a green tunic appeared, drawing a shimmering ceramic ocarina. A beautiful, soaring four-note melody cut through the roaring wind—the Oath to Order. With a blinding burst of rainbow light, the terrifying moon began to dissolve. It didn't shatter into destructive meteors; instead, its terrible stone flesh turned into a massive, cascading wave of glowing, iridescent flower petals and a gentle, refreshing morning rain. The downpour instantly cooled the burning atmosphere, restoring the boiling oceans and blanketing the scorched earth in miles of vibrant, multicolored flora. As the sun finally broke through the clouds, shedding a beautiful golden light over a safe world, the tragic chimes of the sirens stutters and stopped. For a moment, there was absolute silence. Then, a new song of joy rose from the streets. Strangers collapsed to their knees in the wet grass, burying their faces in the petals, crying tears of pure, unearned relief. The countdown was gone. The world hadn't ended; it had been given a second chance.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. As Dude Perfect says: Go Big, and God Bless!
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#MajorasMaskStory So, I was chatting with AI over what would happen if the Moon from Majoras Mask fell to Earth and I will post the story later. Have a good one!
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If all chooses no, then the makerworld platform may flourish with NSFW models (maybe)
75%
Yes 👍
8%
No (then you are a NSFW fan)
17%
Maybe 🤷♀️
0%
Yes, a little bit
12 votes
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Q&A
Hey everyone! Doing a YouTube-style Q&A right here. Ask me anything about my 3D designs, printing setups, or future projects in the comments below, and I will reply to everyone! Ask me any question and I will do my best to reply!
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A CALL TO ARMS TO ALL THE PLASTIC NATIONS:
TO: ALL THE PLASTIC NATIONS FROM: COMMANDER DAVIS
The bulk of my army has defected to @xreme, and I call a temporary truce to all of the plastic nations. We, The United Armies of the Benchy Nation, will conquer @xreme once again. WE ARE THE MIGHTY, WE ARE THE UNITED ARMIES OF THE BENCHY NATION! Submit comments down below to sign up for the United Armies of the Benchy nation
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I decided to create my very first poll!
What should I create more on makerworld?
56%
Army Men
0%
LEGO
11%
Décor
33%
Other
9 votes
Final results
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