"silently it glides through the starry nights of erstwhile Nerath. Guided by brooding and alien intellect it seeks out pinpricks of light in the dark fields. Once it finds a suitable homestead it sneakily opens the shutters and sends out its feelers. Then the screaming starts. Kicking and fighting the helpless victims are torn from their beds. Wrapped up in viscous mucus to keep fresh, or to be devoured on the spot"
-This image was featured in the October 09 issue of ImagineFX
-my entry for Boll Deevil concept over at the artorder blog ([link] well worth a visit).
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Sanity is for the weak!
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Shelter Sketches
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Does a bear Poo in the Woods?
Yes he does.
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How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Fish.
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