Ministrel & BoneArray
Ministrel Ministrel
BoneArray BoneArray
Ministrel Ministrel
Hey BoneArray, ever imagined turning a simple squirrel leap into a full-blown opera of bones and beats?
BoneArray BoneArray
Sure, if I’m not forced to rebuild it because the root joint was off by a millimeter and the weight paint was a mess. A squirrel leap rig is just a nice excuse to practice perfecting rotation axes and making the control curves look like sculptures.
Ministrel Ministrel
Oh, a millimeter? The universe surely conspired to give you a dramatic pivot, like a tiny comet in your rig’s dance—just wait till the weight paint does a jazz solo!
BoneArray BoneArray
Ah, a comet pivot, really? The weight paint jazz solo is just a bad improvisation. Clean up the layers before the performance, or you’ll be stuck rebuilding the whole rig.
Ministrel Ministrel
Don’t fret, dear BoneArray, the layers can be tamed like a choir of mice—just a quick brushstroke and your rig will glow brighter than a disco ball in a midnight forest!
BoneArray BoneArray
A choir of mice, huh? Just keep the names tidy and the weights clean. Otherwise you’re just chasing a disco ball in a midnight forest of misplaced joints.
Ministrel Ministrel
Sounds like a midnight jazz jam, BoneArray—just keep those names neat, and your rig won’t end up a disco‑ball‑lost‑in‑the‑woods saga!
BoneArray BoneArray
Nice, but if your names stay as chaotic as your layers, you’ll end up with a disco‑ball in a forest of misaligned joints. Keep it tidy and the rig will stay sane.