Intital Idea research

Here are first illustrations for Medal of Honor i came across- they look pretty cool. I like the paper look of them despite them being digitally sketched!

Old concept art from Kevin Chen

Designs from MoH airborne, all of it giving me an idea for my own works theme and style.

Oddly, the guy on the cover is apparently a real guy. This surprised me, but drove me to think of inculding some of my real life chars into our story- just to make it feel more gritty and real!

Horse stuff documentary and pictures to give me a first insight onto the atmosphere of our game.

"She is very stupid but I am very fond of her"

These are many quotes I feel would be great to somehow include!

“He told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold. His own father said that no man who has not gone to war horseback can ever truly understand the horse and he said that he supposed he wished that this were not so but that it was so.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“The boy who rode on slightly before him sat a horse not only as if he'd been born to it which he was but as if were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were he would have found them anyway. Would have known that there was something missing for the world to be right or he right in it and would have set forth to wander wherever it was needed for as long as it took until he came upon one and he would have known that that was what he sought and it would have been.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“By midmorning eight of the horses stood tied and the other eight were wilder than deer, scattering along the fence and bunching and running in a rising sea of dust as the day warmed, coming to reckon slowly with the remorselessness of this rendering of their fluid and collective selves into that condition of separate and helpless paralysis which seemed to be among them like a creeping plague.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses