The stream for the finishing touches on Ramos has ended about a few hours ago so here is the large mean fighting machine himself, Ramos.

  TheBigSlick once again did an amazing job on this big boi and I couldn't be happier with how he turned out.

For those looking forward to Ramos's update, stay tuned for when it releases so you can see this man in action.

The stream for the finishing touches on Ramos has ended about a few hours ago so here is the large mean fighting machine himself, Ramos. And yes, he wrecks stuff up with that tool!

  TheBigSlick once again did an amazing job on this big boi and I couldn't be happier with how he turned out.

For those who haven't yet tried it yet, The link to my latest game build is on my patreon. You can play the most recent public build there or support me for access for to the most recent builds. Please try it out and let me know what you think!

--->> Patreon Link


And again, tooting my own horn here as I just did with my journal, but any support you can offer really does help as it pays for art assets, and hopefully in the future, music, and maybe even someone to help with programming.
I have both a --->> Ko-fi A.K.A Kingsguard Support Helpline

If you haven't already joined, I have a discord where I'm very active in answering questions and concerns as well as just a place to talk about the game with others.
Discord Invite Link

Now that I got all that shameless promoting out of the way, just like I did with Leandros and Koshiro, here is some very brief information about Ramos. (Can't spoil too much of course)

Age: 27
Species of Beastman: Rhino
Occupation: Traveling Mercenary, Coliseum Champion, and Unwilling Bodyguard for the King

Chances are if you are in a bar and hear boisterous laughter that drowns out all other noise and talk of fist fights and women, Ramos might be there. One to never shy away from a challenge and always charges in with fists and horn first, Ramos is as rough as they come. When given the title, Coliseum Champion, he has to be. Folks from all around wish to test their might against this giant hulk of a beastman and none so far have walked away without regret (And a few broken bones).

He has a short temper, is boorish, crude, but deep down, past his menacing stare, under that thick skin, beneath the bulging muscles, there may be some resemblance of a kind and caring heart. But don't try to dig too deep otherwise you'll wake up in a ditch with a black eye.

With many tales swirling around the man, most can agree that he is not someone to be messed with. Some say that that he's climbed to the top of the highest Peak of the world, wrestled with 60 ft anacondas in the Farhoron Everglades, and even has the favor of a powerful warleader in the desert.

With all the rumors and mystery surrounding Ramos, do you believe him to be someone you could trust your life with?


Super short bonus story:

He should have been nervous. Shaking hands, quivering in his boots, just like the young boy sitting on the bench next to him. But this wasn't anything to be anxious about, he knew how this would turn out. In fact, he felt more pumped, more alive at this very moment.

"I don't wanna die!"

The rhino beastman turned his head over and looked down at the kid with his head between his hands. He must have been only about 16 or so years old, his armor shiny and brand new, same with his sword. It must have cost a fortune. But for all that he was just talk. A half hour ago he was barking like a dog, claiming how he would slay every last beast in the name of some fair maiden by the name of Patrice. How fast he was to shut his mouth when those very same beasts he had sworn to defeat were now sitting in the same room as him, easily towering over him in size and stature.

The sound of trumpets dully echoed down the long corridor into the dark waiting room signaling the start of the tournament, and a moment later the portcullis rose and the fighters jumped from their seats to march out one by one.

"No, no, no, no! I can't go! I'm too young to die!"

The boy had run over to one of the guards and was pleading, nose and eyes dripping like waterfalls.

“You have to let me out! I demand you let me out!”

The large beastman turned away and continued on the path out of the room. There was no use complaining. Once you were in here there was only one way out. The dark corridor was a walk of death for some; to his left was a criminal caught stealing from some noble, to the rhino’s right, a beastman who had killed even though he claimed it was an accident. There were very few here by choice, other than the young boy, there was a particularly large beastman, a elephant with a sizeable girth and a war hammer at his back that would prove a challenge but a welcome one. For those that survived this, it was a chance at freedom, a chance at redemption, a chance at glory.

The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and brighter until the midday sun burned down upon his rough calloused skin. The sound of thousands of cheers accompanied the blazing trumpets greeted the challengers into the large dusty arena. One such name was chanted loudly and repeatedly, the name of the massive elephant with the hammer, the current coliseum champion. He flex once, twice, three times and the roar of the crowd went wilder.

A grin spread across the rhino’s face as he stared at the countless number of unknown faces looking down from above. Many were placing there bets, likely on the elephant, but above all they were just excited to see who would fall and who would come out on top. This was what he lived for, this excitement, the thrill, the suspense. The others grabbed out their weapons, their shield, swords, maces, spears. The young man was still crying and pleading, trying to get back into the corridor, to safety, as two men held him back.

The final trumpet sounded, and the rhino smashed one of his fists into his palm. He would make sure this was a show that the audience would never forget, and that it would be his name that they would soon be shouting.
For those who haven't yet tried it yet, here is a link to the latest game build, please try it out and let me know what you think!

Windows Build

Mac Build


And again, tooting my own horn here as I just did with my journal, but any support you can offer really does help as it pays for art assets, and hopefully in the future, music, and maybe even someone to help with programming.
I have both a --->> Ko-fi A.K.A Kingsguard Support Helpline

And I have also started a Patreon as well. Right now there isn't much to it but for this next build featuring Ramos, if you support me there you will get access to the build 2 weeks before I release it to the public.
--->> Patreon Link

If you haven't already joined, I have a discord where I'm very active in answering questions and concerns as well as just a place to talk about the game with others.
--->> Discord Invite Link

Now that I got all that shameless promoting out of the way, just like I did with Leandros and Koshiro, here is some very brief information about Ramos. (Can't spoil too much of course)

Age: 27
Species of Beastman: Rhino
Occupation: Traveling Mercenary, Coliseum Champion, and Unwilling Bodyguard for the King

Chances are if you are in a bar and hear boisterous laughter that drowns out all other noise and talk of fist fights and women, Ramos might be there. One to never shy away from a challenge and always charges in with fists and horn first, Ramos is as rough as they come. When given the title, Coliseum Champion, he has to be. Folks from all around wish to test their might against this giant hulk of a beastman and none so far have walked away without regret (And a few broken bones).

He has a short temper, is boorish, crude, but deep down, past his menacing stare, under that thick skin, beneath the bulging muscles, there may be some resemblance of a kind and caring heart. But don't try to dig too deep otherwise you'll wake up in a ditch with a black eye.

With many tales swirling around the man, most can agree that he is not someone to be messed with. Some say that that he's climbed to the top of the highest Peak of the world, wrestled with 60 ft anacondas in the Farhoron Everglades, and even has the favor of a powerful warleader in the desert.

With all the rumors and mystery surrounding Ramos, do you believe him to be someone you could trust your life with?


Super short bonus story:

He should have been nervous. Shaking hands, quivering in his boots, just like the young boy sitting on the bench next to him. But this wasn't anything to be anxious about, he knew how this would turn out. In fact, he felt more pumped, more alive at this very moment.

"I don't wanna die!"

The rhino beastman turned his head over and looked down at the kid with his head between his hands. He must have been only about 16 or so years old, his armor shiny and brand new, same with his sword. It must have cost a fortune. But for all that he was just talk. A half hour ago he was barking like a dog, claiming how he would slay every last beast in the name of some fair maiden by the name of Patrice. How fast he was to shut his mouth when those very same beasts he had sworn to defeat were now sitting in the same room as him, easily towering over him in size and stature.

The sound of trumpets dully echoed down the long corridor into the dark waiting room signaling the start of the tournament, and a moment later the portcullis rose and the fighters jumped from their seats to march out one by one.

"No, no, no, no! I can't go! I'm too young to die!"

The boy had run over to one of the guards and was pleading, nose and eyes dripping like waterfalls.

“You have to let me out! I demand you let me out!”

The large beastman turned away and continued on the path out of the room. There was no use complaining. Once you were in here there was only one way out. The dark corridor was a walk of death for some; to his left was a criminal caught stealing from some noble, to the rhino’s right, a beastman who had killed even though he claimed it was an accident. There were very few here by choice, other than the young boy, there was a particularly large beastman, a elephant with a sizeable girth and a war hammer at his back that would prove a challenge but a welcome one. For those that survived this, it was a chance at freedom, a chance at redemption, a chance at glory.

The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and brighter until the midday sun burned down upon his rough calloused skin. The sound of thousands of cheers accompanied the blazing trumpets greeted the challengers into the large dusty arena. One such name was chanted loudly and repeatedly, the name of the massive elephant with the hammer, the current coliseum champion. He flex once, twice, three times and the roar of the crowd went wilder.

A grin spread across the rhino’s face as he stared at the countless number of unknown faces looking down from above. Many were placing there bets, likely on the elephant, but above all they were just excited to see who would fall and who would come out on top. This was what he lived for, this excitement, the thrill, the suspense. The others grabbed out their weapons, their shield, swords, maces, spears. The young man was still crying and pleading, trying to get back into the corridor, to safety, as two men held him back.

The final trumpet sounded, and the rhino smashed one of his fists into his palm. He would make sure this was a show that the audience would never forget, and that it would be his name that they would soon be shouting.