good evening.
Dinny Grayson: I feel like this has the greatest technical merits of anything here, the only thing that I can see is that the body isn't the naturalistic ideal and the card in the background screws with the way perspective appears a bit. Still the most technical and nicest looking. Gold: A little stiff and flat on some of the characters but damn you've got all of them and there's a certain amount of personality to the whole thing. Coloring was done nicely, too. Stoop Kid: Charming sketch. Good fundamentals. It could do with some more finishing or a cleaner scan, but then again the scratchy quality and darkened tone isn't exactly a bad thing. I think more emotive or something is the advice I'd give. Thought I had a chance, then everyone posted. Next time. Next time.
People become fewer and farther between as the sun goes down. It's getting quite later before you see a girl emerge from the woods across the pond. She doesn't seem to notice you, but she's standing right on top of the green line indicated on the map. It's a 50,000 year walk it the rock. Then you have to dig for 20,000 years to get out.
Not that you can get there.
You suddenly realize that you are standing in your own room. You recognize everything from the stuffed animals on the bed to the outdated computer on the desk. Everything seems calm. No one else is there. You look fervently for any clue as to what could be going on, nothing comes up. You notice time is passing. You might find something if you wait until night, but there might be something up at another one of the green lines. He looks as if he wants to laugh again but refrains. "That's good." He replies. "Where are you, though? No one should be here. Not me, not you, not anyone. So where are you?" More hell. Outside of that is even more hell. Then outside of that is a bunch more hell. If you look outside of that though, you find more hell. Outside of even that is some rock. On top of the rock is a universe that comprises an amalgamation of all the Disney World resorts and parks on Earth.
Being Sfor-chan is going to be suffering.
We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time. We can dance and party all night, and drink some cherry wine.
"Crying never got anything done, now did it?" The man asked slightly patronizingly. "You've got to buck up, keep a stiff upper lip, no pain no gain, there there, it'll be alright, quitters never win, etc." He laughs. "You now can reshape this world to your liking with your power, you can eliminate your enemies, make your strongest friends, save the world or destroy it. It's all within your scope now, don't get caught up in small time thinking. It'll be the end of you if you do. Don't concern yourself with me either, I may not be no one but I'm no one of consequence." With that the voice disappears. He stops laughing. He is quite handsome, possibly enough to make you blush, but he seems to be eyeing you much the way a scientist eyes a test sample. He finally begins speaking, his voice is cool and reassuring. "How are you this fine day?" It falls back down. People are walking around outside your reality marble, they all seem normal. As you roam around you notice a girl rushing about, looking somewhat lost. Occasionally she'll freeze and then start moving again as if she's figured out her path. Later on you see a girl telling a man to disobey her. Even further afterwards you see a girl jump straight into a wall and disappear. This world seems to be full of strange things.
You go to the nearest green line. It's mid afternoon in the park. You see nothing out of the ordinary. You realize the figure is the one laughing. You approach the figure. "That's up to you to find out, kid. I know what I wanted and I saw what I got. You should try to find out when it happened and why you haven't died yet by retracing your steps if you want to get to the bottom of this. Not that it'll lead to any happy memories... Heh, I don't know what convinced you to join this little spot of hell, but you must have thought it was worth it." He replies. "Regardless, I've outstayed my welcome." The man clearly heard something you didn't as he decided it would be more advantageous to climb from your window, rather more adroitly than expected, and dash off. You've suddenly gained the ability to hover about relatively slowly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You hear just as you are about to launch the spell. "Not unless traditional ideas of suicide are too tame for you." The voice is new. It seems to be coming from behind you. It is a man's voice, but it's cool and smooth like the woman's.
You have to go outside to get anywhere else. It's very hot outside. Adjacent to the bar and waterslide you'll find the club where you have to wait in line for 10000 years unless you've been there before and the fast food restaurant where you can have whatever you want, but you're allergic to everything they sell there for the first 200 years. You remember speaking with someone, agreeing to something and then seeing the mask with the collar. You also remember signing a paper and keeping a carbon copy in your pocket. When you go to find it, you find it is still there. The gist is this: You have agreed to change the world in exchange for the power to accomplish your goals, if you do not change the world the collar will contract and strangle you. It seems out of character, someone must have made a really good argument to convince you to agree to this. As you chase further, the light grows stronger. You find yourself in a completely white plane save for a small black spot about 100m from you. You recognize that it is a human form. Your map becomes blank and then reforms the same way as it was before. It appears that the name 'Ley 017' means nothing in the grander scheme of things. Upon closer inspection you realize that only 5 of the green lines even intersect with Anytown.
Rerolling.
"I am nothing, I never will be something so I desire nothing. Your power is your own and the choice is your own. To change or remain stagnant. To live or die. All of it now lies within the palm of your hand." She says, cooly. The mask turns away from you and fades away, leaving you alone. It grows softer the further you pursue. You find that the blackness of the shade is grading to grey now.
Everyone you ask looks at you quizzically and direct you to ask someone else. Nice try. "That was once true." She responds. "But the world has been changed and shall continue to do so at your hand. You have the power, it is simply a matter of using it." The mask floats away from you slowly, lighting up your surroundings more and more as it grows further. It's behind you.
She walks away, grumbles a bit, and finishes walking out of sight. You still have no idea what Ley 017 is, but you have a map with a bunch of green lines on it in addition to whatever else. You find you are trapped and someone is laughing at you, maniacally. It's a male voice and it can't be far. You somehow feel that something is definitely not right. "I'll tell you, not because I have to, but because I sympathize with you, kid. You made a deal with what I can only consider the devil himself. You made a wish and gained the power to accomplish your goal, in return you have to use your power to accomplish this devil's goal as well. And that is to change the course of fate in any way, no matter how small. We each make an agreement with a Face of the beast and it follows us through our thoughts. Every time we think of it or know of it or are aware of it, it is there to guide us to its goal." The man said all at once, trying to sound regal and sagely, probably. You can go to the bar, but you have to drink lite beer for the first 5000 years and you don't get drunk. No. You are locked in an insane asylum. You have no idea what's going on in the outside world. You're totally trapped in your mind, under the impression that you're killing someone who is out to get you. You're standing face to face with a ferocious looking mask. It looks almost like a living demon's face, but that's silly, demon's don't exist. You feel a cool metallic sensation over your throat. It's a collar. The mask floats unaided around you as if to inspect you. "Very good, very good", you here a young woman's voice say. It's coming fro behind the mask, but there's nothing there. "Will you change the world for me, please?" She asks, nicely.
What's a freestyle event without something Jet Grind Radio inspired? Spoiler
The words remain unchanged. But you understand that a commision refers to a task, Vehrmaecht 0063 is you, 1910 is a time and Ley 017 is a place.
Rerolling then. Dubs: Brotherhood of Evil Mutants takes Australia's nearest shore. Trips: Superweapon research. Quads: Take as much of Australia as possible.
Damn. 3604246
