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We barreled down the street, jumpjets and engines spinning pushing dust through the alleyways and sewer grates. There was too little time to escape, adjust footing and fold another clip into the arm canon, but somehow we did it, and in one single action, fired upon the beast with these links. Tolazzi Swann – Concept…

The wraggle bunch of mufflins peeled back the fur from their eyes, peering squint-eyed and tippy toe to see just what strange concoction was in the wooden bucket. The rays had hardly burst over the horizon when they heard a squelch that turned their eye slits wide. For out of the bucket, rose the tentacles…

Down in the alley, there were always more than enough shin nibbles to go around. You never knew if you were going to walk out scarred for life, or with new rat friends singing a quintet on your forearm. Though half of them had eyes and legs missing, they certainly knew where to find the roots…

No one quite knew his age or the powers residing within the metal stump at the end of his arm. The children would say it glows just before a rain and the mouse antler swarms. Others claimed it controlled time through dust particles sifted through our nostrils, and others still, said it had the ultimate…

The chest, arms and legs all opened. Thought it took but two to control, the others were there to be transported from one farm to the next. Sickles and blades in hand, they streamed out, steam bleeding, mixing with the mist, ready to harvest the rooty riggle vooters rising from these links. Jakub Rozalski -…

The lights flooded the blades of grass, shadows of the hills falling sharp. We ran up and down, roller coasting ourselves through the mist and beams, jumping sometimes, rolling, missing the lasers shooting from their eyes just barely by grappling and swinging on the stringy back hairs of these links. Brian Sum – Ahh, what…

The dawn splintered through the trees, atop their burrows, and one by one they emerged. Covered in willow roots wrapping them through the centuries, but none the worse for wear, save a patch of fur missing here or there. So we watch from afar, and for days it went on, more emerging, more unwrapping, more…

Ropes from trees where bottles hung, split beams of distant lights lit by the robot hoards. Unconscious they moved, on a single wheel and five arms, low, high, in between broken brick and bones, always hunting, hunting for these links. Mathieu Latour-Duhaime – Lots of lovely complex lines in all sorts of rich environments from…

His face was bone, chiseled and knobby as a bald cypress root. The rain ran between the creases, with the eerie appearance it was pouring forth from his face itself, down onto the trench coat and pistols, all caught and painted in the flashes of light from these links. The Dualyst – The artwork for…

Crackling, layers of grass snapped beneath our toes–All the way to the shore we thought we would never reach. The edge of the sky was behind us, seeming to keep up with the swarm of small, fur-laden creatures–a mat of them spreading across the valley, with the awe-amplifying, juice box convenience of these links. Wojciech…

Loosening the sap strings, he let fly the shard bow sprites. The spores of a million mosslings struck light and made way. Leaping through the branches, he pursued the fury, the roar or the fire spreading throughout the land, from the beast’s chiseled scales, and eyes metal, molten with these links. Gliulian – Far off…

The boatswain sounding his whistle called the ship to arms, and found us a tailwind with the call. It was gaining on us, visible one moment, gone the next. It wasn’t the fire, the rapacious devouring holler or the balls of moss it threw that bothered, but the constant popping of its boiling skin that…

Crooked fence posts propped up its torso and surly demeanor, clanking a grin as spindles and pumps whirred beneath the translucent neck skin. A movement would send tremors, with keg like mechanisms hitting the ground and spreading light from the cracks of these links. Ivan Smirnov – Super playful, colorful scenes full of all sorts…

Around the castle it crept, a small, yet indecipherable gurgle of bones shifting. It was tall, lanky and faceless, yet with a whistle like a canary heard after a jolt of these links. Slava Triptih – HE has a way with ink. Beautiful black cloud spray portraits and even more ink illustrations and artwork. Little…

Sitting betwixt the legs of the elderberry roots, its eyes peered out. Not one, or two, or three, but eight at least, moving separately, then together, watching. Low to the ground, it moved, feelers out, stuffing mushrooms and cantaloupes into its pouches, preparing a spice to make from these links. Su Jian – Mesmerizing environments…

Jumped off the ledge, the hammer fell, the blast rang out and the monstrosity of a caterpillar was no more. Usually smaller, but this one had been feasting. We hadn’t determined what the supplement may have been quite yet, but there were hints and a small trail leading back to these links. Alexis Rives -…

The trees towered, a grove of five just in front of us, a path around, and a trail of its fur, scales and laughter all along. We drew our bows, activated the trackers and readied ourselves to fire at these links. Cinta Vidal – In love with the architecturally surreal, perspective twisting, structure and nature…

The blades buckled beneath the yarn. Paws were not meant to be that dexterous, but his training in the textile arts had surpassed even that of the nomadic mural weavers of old. Together with his swordsman-like bladework, he would weave a scene like never before, a scene threaded with these links. Oh Ji Hoon -…

Somehow, we were able to chop our way through the tendrils. As they grew back, a vocalizing noise of business lingo, land management deals and making strawberry metropolitans echoed around us–apparently an affect of consuming the entire downtown business district, too many printer cartridges and these links. Kevin Peterson – A contrast of innocence against…

The Crumbling Cliffs. That’s where the creature lived, but nary a soul had seen it. Oblong-shaped and bent, with a single leg and, what looked like, a meat slicer off each side of a small container of fizz which strangely enough and quite magically allowed it to dispense endless amounts of these meaty links. Sleepypang Li -…

Captured in the rain and looking toward the hill, we ran. The rumble of the swarm oscillated with the falling water to the point we couldn’t hear our own footsteps. It might as well have been the silence of white noise, and suddenly… it was. For out of the hill rose a beast with a…

He was a kind old soul, trudging to and fro. Where there wasn’t a path, he would spend days making one with his wooden spoon, large feet and a whistle you had only to hear once to remember forever. With the grass and branches he did something strange though. Bundled them up and set ablaze…

We wrapped a few of them in toasted cheese curdles and a donut. “Don’t worry, you’ll realize the potential after you taste it.” That’s what she kept saying, but we were not convinced. Food just shouldn’t look like that, and the way they exploded if you handled them too rough? Well, it only made it…

We would pop a few over the fence, just to hear the reaction. It was usually a grumble of sorts, a low guttural sound of pre-digested enzymes breaking down the fats. We had yet to see it, until one day, when we bound ten together around a ball of butter. Lowering it slowly, we saw…

We had already eaten our fill when they wheeled out the largest bucket we had ever seen–it’s why they had removed the wall and fitted that senile, old robot lady with two railgun arms. The smell was yeasty, but soon forgotten after they handed us our bibs, and a fork for each hand. They told…

The muscles tightened before we could even jump. It was high, but shorter than the last fall. It’s the last 20 feet that gets you. Hitting the thrust reversers at just the right moment, so you don’t finish the descent with a splintered femur, or disturb the beast by charring the landing pad, that is…

Flipping along the line, high above the glassy churn, the wisps hit the wind before finding their way onto our arms. Being this high was never a problem. It’s when we neared the surface that the fear sunk in. They looked like glass, cut like glass, but their sound was much more like these links.…

In total, there were enough to overtake us blindfolded with all of their whip-arms tied behind their backs. But we had a tub of things they would never suspect. A toothbrush used by Neil, A hollow can enchanted with cat tears by a welder named Larry, two tufts of hair pulled from the back of…

They flared. We stepped back. Who know what those things could have done. There were stories of them taking the skin right off you, clothes still on. What seemed so strange is what they were lined with. Yes, it was strange. And true. The nostrils were lined with these links. Wojtek Fus – Wow environments.…

“Tim! Shut the door!” Brin always made the crew nervous before a launch. She was on edge most the time, but always after a particularly messy run in with Lorackian pod hoppers from the outer reaches. This time, we would all be strapped in, ready to fire the blast rockets, when the attack came. We…

It rose, within a wave, and the shrieks were muffled but a second before the water shed from the five orifices, gasping the air and wrenching the deepest guttural sounds ever heard. We readied our blades, we steadied our base and triggered the liquid that would slay the beast with the oil of these links.…

Blasts of fur sent bits and stings rippling across our bony structure. They were no match for us. However, we didn’t expect what they had, lain and buried beneath the loose soil we tread upon unknowingly. The burn was intense, like biscuits soaked in the gravy of these links. Teun van der Zalm – Nebulas.…

Tendrils stretch between the slender thicket, lining the path, worn through over the centuries. The smell was like oranges, but slightly rancid. That when we saw it sitting there. Large, half-blind of years without light, thumbing an Outdoor Living magazine, and gnawing on these links. Antonis Karidis – Incredible set of aircraft–real, conceptual and spacebound–with…

When we pulled them from our pockets, sopping wet, ready to be hurled through the blades, we didn’t realize how many we needed. Then it happened. In one fell swoop, hundreds landed around us carrying thousands more milk balls, contained solely by the mesh-like energy of these links. Wadim Kashin – Absolutely delicious impressionist style…

We jumped two by two into each puddle. It could have gone on all day, poppin’ and hoppin’ like those small, mechanical bugs we would squish on the walls, just to see them spark and explode. Those bugs. Yes, the same we use to ride in the summers. But the memory of what happened between…

A rabbit with a stinger? Never had such a creature shown itself, but when the bolts fell, nothing but embers, a faint crackling and its growl filled the room. We thought using them as shields would save us, their backskin thick as an ox hoof, but it seemed that nothing could stop its claws soaked…

The tall man flitted about, skipping across the cracks and dancing merrily, whistling, humming, strumming his broom. Perhaps there were a few times we wished he would stop, but the glare he gave warned us of a consequence that would deliver the full force of his song, sung violently from the bowels of these links.…

Locked in the moss-clad, iron-sided shed the sound reverberated with each drop. It fell from the sky, shifting the color, filling any exposed crevice, leaking in through the cracks where the light changed from orange to white and back. Thicker and thicker they grew, watery meat sniggles, hatched by these links. Ai Shah – It…

We blew past them in a spritz of gravel and glass, popping the shrubberies like catapulted rocks into the air. We could handle the speed–oh, we could handle the speed–what we couldn’t handle was how fast our skin would recoil once we came to a stop. Five seconds before that happened, the unthinkable occurred. The…

We looked hither, we looked yonder, and all we saw was more than we could take in with our eyes. Light whipping from their fur, jowls blazing and toothless gums gumming their way toward our legs. We had to get out of the rising tide, and all we had were five wasp heads and a…

A loud noise and thin sheets of metal fell. Though it had peeled off its thin cosmetic lid, the thick frame revealed how many porcupine quills it took to construct such a creature. Bare like their creation, they gnawed bark pails, dipping their paws into these links. Matt Tkocz – Matt does it all and…

Crinkled skin and bloodshot eyes filled the light as it passed by. Once we had thought there would be plenty of dark to hide such a hideous sight, but whatever it was doing with its fleshy skin-cicles in the core chamber was changing things, and most likely, it had something to do with a moisturizer…

A stick lattice fence grew against the prairie hills, looking half forgotten, but for the kempt hedgerow and berries picked clean. We watched for days wondering when their days started, ended and what they did between. It wasn’t that we meant to harvest them, but to learn how they moved. With lop-sided heads, half fur…

They burnt on days we didn’t have the light. Risking our hairs and skins, we gathered close. The candles were all we had, and the nimphs, oh how they liked to blow them out. That was until the CandleMan came to visit. Large, made mostly of wax and wick, they feared him, as did we,…

Built on their foreheads, we travelled far and the days we’re indistinguishable. A golem? Yes. A rabbit? Of course. You couldn’t expect such a creature to stay dormant forever. Their size and a step will keep them moving for years, always, endlessly, in search of these links. Markus Lenz – Markus has a particular style…

The orange popped. Not the color. The fruit. We thought we were the last on the platform, but something down the tunnel let us know otherwise. Its squeal burst the last of our food, then there they appeared, lapping up the juice and garbed in these links. Isaac Hannaford – There’s just something about good…