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No one seemed to recall we had a shootout last year. Won by Bman.
Looking back, thank you for doing commentary nas.
Wow, I can't believe I not only crashed yet made it to segment 3, but I also finished 5th.
No one seemed to recall we had a shootout last year. Won by Bman.
Looking back, thank you for doing commentary nas.
YeahActually, I believe samurai is as well. Do you have the Arby's car?
That's the only one I know of. He never mentioned anything about another scheme.Yeah
*The following contains real event information from my past. Please treat it with modesty, as I find jokes about it to not be funny in the slightest.*
There was a time where the #7 didn't mean anything to me. Where the black and pink used to be blue and silver, and where the person I used to be was more sensible and more timid than what I happen to be now. I had a lot going for me. Had a fiance, was carrying a child, had a stable social life and everything was normal. At one point in my life, I could geniunely say I was normal. I went to the race track not carrying the #7 or the aggression that anyone on the same strip of tarmac was an enemy, but with the passion of racing as clean as possible, as fast as possible, and as untouchable as possible, with a #81 adorning my car. On December 7th, 2014, that all flipped upside down. I was involved in a car accident on my way from work. I was injured, suffering a broken arm and bruises, but more importantly, I had a miscarriage. I took a break from everything. From racing, from GTPlanet, from work, and tried to process why and how this happened. 8 days later, my fiance suffered the same fate, out of state and on his way home, he hit black ice and veered left of center into a pickup truck. Overwhelmed, I left home. I left and went to a place no one could find me. And I didn't come back to anything until Christmas day when I returned to my father's house. The person I was slowly and painfully died in those 8 days, and the monster I am now came to the fore. I began using the #7, for everything. It was more of an annoyance when I couldn't use it and I never stayed in a series more than one race if I couldn't use it. In the GTPFS, it was actually painful to watch as I used the #54, to the point that I couldn't watch the videos in one sitting. I was honored to step in for @Furinkazen but I simply couldn't adjust to it. This year, I get to use that #7, but I also get to sendoff the biggest and probably the brightest chapter of my life. I never got to send off that #81, and I never had the nerve to vent all of my anger, all of my frustration, and all of my hate. For two races, I finally get to do that. I get to send the number I used so much away, never to return to my life, and thanks to @RACECAR it has a proper look to designate the changing of the tide. To him, and to @nascarfan1400 for approving of this, thank you.View attachment 491438
*The following contains real event information from my past. Please treat it with modesty, as I find jokes about it to not be funny in the slightest.*
There was a time where the #7 didn't mean anything to me. Where the black and pink used to be blue and silver, and where the person I used to be was more sensible and more timid than what I happen to be now. I had a lot going for me. Had a fiance, was carrying a child, had a stable social life and everything was normal. At one point in my life, I could geniunely say I was normal. I went to the race track not carrying the #7 or the aggression that anyone on the same strip of tarmac was an enemy, but with the passion of racing as clean as possible, as fast as possible, and as untouchable as possible, with a #81 adorning my car. On December 7th, 2014, that all flipped upside down. I was involved in a car accident on my way from work. I was injured, suffering a broken arm and bruises, but more importantly, I had a miscarriage. I took a break from everything. From racing, from GTPlanet, from work, and tried to process why and how this happened. 8 days later, my fiance suffered the same fate, out of state and on his way home, he hit black ice and veered left of center into a pickup truck. Overwhelmed, I left home. I left and went to a place no one could find me. And I didn't come back to anything until Christmas day when I returned to my father's house. The person I was slowly and painfully died in those 8 days, and the monster I am now came to the fore. I began using the #7, for everything. It was more of an annoyance when I couldn't use it and I never stayed in a series more than one race if I couldn't use it. In the GTPFS, it was actually painful to watch as I used the #54, to the point that I couldn't watch the videos in one sitting. I was honored to step in for @Furinkazen but I simply couldn't adjust to it. This year, I get to use that #7, but I also get to sendoff the biggest and probably the brightest chapter of my life. I never got to send off that #81, and I never had the nerve to vent all of my anger, all of my frustration, and all of my hate. For two races, I finally get to do that. I get to send the number I used so much away, never to return to my life, and thanks to @RACECAR it has a proper look to designate the changing of the tide. To him, and to @nascarfan1400 for approving of this, thank you.View attachment 491438
I.....I wish I had something to say that isn't token or empty. You have gone through hell, all I can do is give you someone to talk or vent to and grant you the respect that you deserve, starting with checking myself before I type out a fit when things don't go my way. I'd like to say there's more, but I can't.*The following contains real event information from my past. Please treat it with modesty, as I find jokes about it to not be funny in the slightest.*
There was a time where the #7 didn't mean anything to me. Where the black and pink used to be blue and silver, and where the person I used to be was more sensible and more timid than what I happen to be now. I had a lot going for me. Had a fiance, was carrying a child, had a stable social life and everything was normal. At one point in my life, I could geniunely say I was normal. I went to the race track not carrying the #7 or the aggression that anyone on the same strip of tarmac was an enemy, but with the passion of racing as clean as possible, as fast as possible, and as untouchable as possible, with a #81 adorning my car. On December 7th, 2014, that all flipped upside down. I was involved in a car accident on my way from work. I was injured, suffering a broken arm and bruises, but more importantly, I had a miscarriage. I took a break from everything. From racing, from GTPlanet, from work, and tried to process why and how this happened. 8 days later, my fiance suffered the same fate, out of state and on his way home, he hit black ice and veered left of center into a pickup truck. Overwhelmed, I left home. I left and went to a place no one could find me. And I didn't come back to anything until Christmas day when I returned to my father's house. The person I was slowly and painfully died in those 8 days, and the monster I am now came to the fore. I began using the #7, for everything. It was more of an annoyance when I couldn't use it and I never stayed in a series more than one race if I couldn't use it. In the GTPFS, it was actually painful to watch as I used the #54, to the point that I couldn't watch the videos in one sitting. I was honored to step in for @Furinkazen but I simply couldn't adjust to it. This year, I get to use that #7, but I also get to sendoff the biggest and probably the brightest chapter of my life. I never got to send off that #81, and I never had the nerve to vent all of my anger, all of my frustration, and all of my hate. For two races, I finally get to do that. I get to send the number I used so much away, never to return to my life, and thanks to @RACECAR it has a proper look to designate the changing of the tide. To him, and to @nascarfan1400 for approving of this, thank you.View attachment 491438
*The following contains real event information from my past. Please treat it with modesty, as I find jokes about it to not be funny in the slightest.*
There was a time where the #7 didn't mean anything to me. Where the black and pink used to be blue and silver, and where the person I used to be was more sensible and more timid than what I happen to be now. I had a lot going for me. Had a fiance, was carrying a child, had a stable social life and everything was normal. At one point in my life, I could geniunely say I was normal. I went to the race track not carrying the #7 or the aggression that anyone on the same strip of tarmac was an enemy, but with the passion of racing as clean as possible, as fast as possible, and as untouchable as possible, with a #81 adorning my car. On December 7th, 2014, that all flipped upside down. I was involved in a car accident on my way from work. I was injured, suffering a broken arm and bruises, but more importantly, I had a miscarriage. I took a break from everything. From racing, from GTPlanet, from work, and tried to process why and how this happened. 8 days later, my fiance suffered the same fate, out of state and on his way home, he hit black ice and veered left of center into a pickup truck. Overwhelmed, I left home. I left and went to a place no one could find me. And I didn't come back to anything until Christmas day when I returned to my father's house. The person I was slowly and painfully died in those 8 days, and the monster I am now came to the fore. I began using the #7, for everything. It was more of an annoyance when I couldn't use it and I never stayed in a series more than one race if I couldn't use it. In the GTPFS, it was actually painful to watch as I used the #54, to the point that I couldn't watch the videos in one sitting. I was honored to step in for @Furinkazen but I simply couldn't adjust to it. This year, I get to use that #7, but I also get to sendoff the biggest and probably the brightest chapter of my life. I never got to send off that #81, and I never had the nerve to vent all of my anger, all of my frustration, and all of my hate. For two races, I finally get to do that. I get to send the number I used so much away, never to return to my life, and thanks to @RACECAR it has a proper look to designate the changing of the tide. To him, and to @nascarfan1400 for approving of this, thank you.View attachment 491438
Umm...there's nothing here lol
It's a time period that I don't often talk about. Might as well let it out once so I don't have to worry about it later.Wow. That's some powerful stuff there. I didn't know you had so much trouble with your life in the past and that it was as bad as what you just described.
You have my utmost respect.
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I'm announcing that my Genki Racing Project scheme is my main livery, not because of roleplay reason, just because I'm short of inspiration for paints.
Unless someone wants to remake this year's ARTA Honda paint into a stock car.
I could do that. Do you need it to be exactly like the Super GT paint scheme or something unique?
Exactly like it would hit the spot.
Blurring the lines of stock car and touring car since...well now I guess.So there will be a RAYBRIG car, and an ARTA car...![]()
Where's the Pacific car?
I've got 1993-2000 Gordon and 2001-2008 Gordon, My whole team has 2004 Gordon Pepsi (The paint scheme I have in your series)Am I the only one with a nostalgic NASCAR scheme?
Also, we have beer war this season.
I've got 1993-2000 Gordon and 2001-2008 Gordon, My whole team has 2004 Gordon Pepsi (The paint scheme I have in your series)
Too bad I dropped my Corona Scheme for a retro scheme.Also, we have beer war this season.
Also, we have beer war this season.
Too bad I dropped my Corona Scheme for a retro scheme.![]()
You just gave me an idea for my 4th scheme.![]()
You'll want to export a copy of it as a .tga file, then zip it and ship it unless nas has changed the method.Just finished my 4th livery which took me a good few hours to do even for just the simple one I made.
What file do I save it as before I compress it to .zip?