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Story One: The Storm - Victory Royale #001 This was my second game, the first solo game I played I was hiding behind a door, armed with a pistol and my nerves, but someone jumped around the corner and

Often the case is this: the signal we receive, is the one we send out. If want to change the world, we simply must change ourselves, as we are most sensitive to our own signal. As we interact in the world

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When darkness fades to light, and color bursts from nothingness, you have a whole new signal. I drew this around almost a year and a half ago using a pink highlighter and I believe some type of sharpie

Construction of the Osgiliath, the Osgiliath is a massive bridge system that will be used to safely traverse goods across the Kazx chasm, the bridge will use a powerful lock mechanism to extend outward.

Kento Pirate -Kento pirates hail from the Kento-Clan region, notorious for it's trade violations, robberies, and general level of disorder in the region. Kento pirates are often hired to their adept use

This drawing represents the balance between action and philosophy, because this balance is critical for both to function properly. It is easy to be preachy with philosophy, to ramble on about how convicted

These are three low poly models I made back in early-2015. I used a program called blender, a free 3D modeling program. I made this generic mountain scene following a youtube tutorial, I learned about

Warning: Contains Violence and Drug Use Intergalactic Salad Dealer. Yeah, that’s right - an intergalactic salad dealer. Have you ever heard of a Ke'fron Toss? Where you throw up a handful of salad and

Simplify. Removing all the cluttering details of modern life and allowing the stillness to be filled with life. I do not want to waste my life attending to a thousand little details that do no matter.

The Farmer toiled and shrugged. The soil buckled and budged. The Farmer sweat from his palm to his brow. And he finally broke the Earth with the might of the Trowel. ~ ~ I wanted to write a small poem

There are two modes of being. One is green and glowing expanding outward and changing the world. Its vibrant and exposed, with all the risk and glory that brings. It breathes new life and it is in the

When we are broken and the day is done. When we have lost when we should’ve won, when we failed to train and felt the rain, where there is no fun, just pain and shattered sun. From this place we are broken

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