I am so sick of you
We beat you down again and again and you keep coming back for more
How many times is this now?
I think it’s time I ended you for good
Pay you back for everything you put us through quite nicely
Don’t think I’ve ever made a boom this big before actually
Last laugh’s mine though
I get to wake up on Prospit with a fresh body but I don’t think you’ve got any LIVES TO SPARE
Oh glub she’s back up
What? Shit! Hold her off for a minute!
Jusst…gimme a ssech to get Shaami and we chan get the fuck out of here!
Dek I think losing her arm just pissed her off
I’ll see what I can do though
Dammit, Shaami, chlimb! Grab my hand or…SSOMETHING!
I’m not sstrong enough to pull you up by mysself!
What do you mean, you chan’t!?
i can’t… move…feel anything…
[She coughs, weakly, and a line of chocolate blood spurts from her mouth. Your eyes lock for a moment through her tangled hair, and you can plainly see the terror she so rarely shows.]
dek, why can’t i…
[[ BONUS: click on image for larger view ]]
You are currently, as was said, ON THE SKAIAN BATTLEFIELD, hiding—more or less—at the top of a STEEP-WALLED PLATEAU that affords you a wide view of anything attempting to attack you. Currently approaching you from the south is a VAST ARMY OF MONSTERS under the command of one of your friends’ Denizens. You’re really not sure which, and it barely matters—at the rate they’ve been spawning, if they catch you, they’ll bring you down.
This is how it has been for nearly an entire sweep; you, alone, running, hiding, never fighting unless you think you can get away with it.
You’re not about to let yourself go the way of Aralox, after all.
> Contact whatever remaining allies you have for a status update.
You wrest yourself from the comforting arms of sleep, groggily rubbing your eyes free of the residue they have accumulated from yet another night spent OUTSIDE YOUR RECUPERACOON. The DEBILITATING NIGHTMARES have ceased in recent months, though you tend to think that your restless subconscious is sated by the activities that take up your WAKING HOURS.
As usual, you wake up quickly, alert to any sign of approaching underlings. What will you do now?
> Examine commotion in the distance
You cannot be your dreamself because your dreamself is dead!
You are ASLEEP ON THE SKAIAN BATTLEFIELD. The trials you have endured these past few months have left you EXHAUSTED and ALONE, trapped in an eye-numbing expanse of monotonous, barren chessboard. There are battles ahead, with MONSTROUS THINGS of REALMS UNDREAMED, but for now you are held in the blissful embrace of sleep.
What will you do?
so here’s the deal. we’re going to shift the style of Intercession from pixellated MSPA-inspired style, to my own original art style, because the team keeps asking why i’m not drawing in my style and i’m like IDK I THOUGHT THIS WAS MSPA WHAT DO.
so anyway… XD
two options. either i keep going through the prologue in pixels and then for the animation and ACT I shift to my style…
…options two, i backtrack and redraw the old images in MY style, while i work on new pages in my style, and everything gets streamlined and looks cool.
here are samples of the style we will be shifting to. some of these are old lol doodles, some are new concept art leaks. but they are show the style/quality i’ll be doing
so, what will it be? now or later?