After having seen a close-up of the medals for this years games and that they are (in my opinion) butt ugly. looks like they used a P1 person. I've decided to sponser a contest of my own. redesign the medals! flatten out a cylinder slap a texture on it or create a mesh from scratch. post an image to the galleries with the title "Olympic medal contest" post a note here as well. rules: must to be able to see the medal clearly prize: a copy of the vicky texture set that I intend for sale but have been to chicken to submit as shown. hair not included. (it's really the only thing I've got that's good enough for a prize) judge: me

oops forgot to put in a deadline: oh, make it the Ides of march to honor my new dog "Ceaser" March 15th for those who don't know what Ides means.

Hey cool!! I am game!! Ummm.... I don't know how to make meshes so can I use something like Photoshop to make the medal part?

kayjay97, if you want a mesh, Poser has a cylinder prop. Just scale it down along the y-axis so it looks like a medal, then paint your texture for it in Photoshop.

Okay, will do but it may take me longer than the 15th, ROFL!!!!!!!!!

"Remember March! the Ides of March remember!! Did not Great Caesar bleed for Justice's sake?" ... or something like that. I memorized that soliloquy (about 50 lines) back in the 10th grade. 1965? So you want medals for the various events, or one medal to typify "winter games"? Carolly

whatever you want, heck you can even spoof the medals. I'm not picky. This is just for fun.

Speaking of the Ides: A farmer woke up one morning and there in his back yard he saw a humongous strawberry that had sprung up overnight. He decided that it must be worth a fortune, since it was several feet in diameter and several feet high, so he looked up in the yellow pages for someone to estimate the value of this strawberry. He found someone who showed up in a battered old pickup truck. The estimator went out into the back yard with the farmer and said, "I think this must be worth several thousand dollars." Just then the phone rang inside the farmhouse. It was the farmer's Aunt Agnes. Well, you know how Aunt Agnes loves to talk and talk, and it was a good 20 minutes before the farmer could get off the phone. He went out the back door, but the strawberry had vanished! Going around to the front, he could see the strawberry in the back of the pickup truck, which was kicking up dust as the "estimator" sped away. The farmer ran after the truck, shouting "What have you done? You've stolen my valuable strawberry!" The driver shouted back, "I've come to seize your berry, not to appraise it!"

Hiram, So you'd rather be a bay and roam the moon than such a dog? Carolly

Ouch!