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The G.A.M.E Game Dev./Manga 'n Anime Contest!!That's right ladies and gentlemen Game Development Art and Manga/Anime categories on Deviant Art are joining forces for a Feb to March long Contest! Hosted by :iconmaster-mune: :iconrydi1689: and :iconnyiana-sama:
It is so appropriately labelled The G.A.M.E (The Gaming Anime Manga Experience)
The G.A.M.E Contest Information
Do you have what it takes to finally tell your friends you won "The Game?"
Your challenge if you choose to accept it, is to create a Game Screenshot experience! Can be traditional, digital, 3D: as long as it's Original!
that's right! Only original characters, and original settings of your own creation may be entered.
Game Development Art Category, and the Manga and Anime category on Deviant Art are not Fan-art Categories. They are not for your pictures of Zelda, or your pictures of Naruto: they are for your own original characters, your own original settings and any games/manga you collaborated on where
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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