The stale air closed around. What else had they to do? Stretching out their arms, they open the door. Hundreds of blank, hungry, glazed-eyed faces staring back at them – some half-charred, others half-eaten – all, preparing to breath their last, undead breath, from the tidal blast force of these links. Simon Weaner – Oh,…

When the days of the pedestal kings came to an end, there was but one way to harvest the sill bugs. The gantry cranes erected by the sillers, once brought forth bountiful supply, and they have run for a thousand years on the essence concocted from these links. Lorenz Hideyoshi Ruwwe – Splendid illustration with…

“It’s been lying there for weeks.” That was the last they were expecting to hear. Not only had the colors of the speckled paint mongrel coated the edges and patterned indentations, they had seeped into every crevice of the deepest grain. Slicing through, we found it, the class-4 hue extrapolator powered by these links. Gianmarco…

Ten folds away from the edge we stopped. A forger had lit the beacon. Their shapes wouldn’t shift for long, but their numbers would increase. “On toward the edge!” I said. “We have but one shot with these links.” Vindictus – Not only is it a free, 3D co-op, multiplayer game, it has the badass…

Slowly, sifting, drifting and drenched, past the glistening glade he flew. Just off the scooners dark bow side, foliage, cries and beady eyes, gave rise to what may come. Yet not the air, not the fear, but one thing soaked his mind. Could he reach the den beyond, the buried lair, the silver minks? Could…

Once the creature sat up–dazed, but eyes open–we could see, much better, the type of shield it had constructed and what exactly it was wearing. Gritty, long bits of hairs, patched together from its feline victims over the years. Ours would not be part of it. One more blast to the neck and it would…

The moss was scraped from the steel. Sun hadn’t shown in this room. Moisture was a mist below the waist with nothing visible but a few flashing lights on the crumpled console. Then suddenly, the turbulent wisps dusted cold our fear. They were here. These links. Andrew Archer – A wonderous, yet surreal, mix of…

Hidden away within the thick branches of the sycamore, the boy watched. Hunting the Maliporp Mule Heen had never been easy. It was, however, the adventure that started it all. Hearkening back to the day he first stole away, out into the underbrush, never imagining he would find himself in a feeding freenzy–all of them…

Once Poppero had entered the wooded clearing, the thundering clouds rolled atop the trees, the shadows falling to the ground between the wind and golden leaves. Nothing stopped the ground from splitting, opening the rooted layers, reveling the tendrils frozen by these links. Rodrigo Enrique Luff – His moleskin sketchbook pieces (as well as his…

Peeling back a large bucket of silver punch monkeys, he found the container had all but cracked open. What would he do next but stretch his neck skin across the top in hopes of containing the beasties? To do it without harm however, he would surely need to lather on these links. Six More Vodka…

The wind coursed through the open breezeway. Diamond dust sparkling against the vine-laden floor. The scar it left slowed time. Had it really taken the buttered hams? All of them? Fearsome indeed. Likely there were more, but they were not going anywhere until they loaded their weapons and sharpened these links. Jan Ditlev – Not…

Leaping past the flowering green, he dove. The mist rose around. Even though the grass was deep, the craft’s anti-shields blew the blades back in an boling wake of steam. Trailing fast the speeders came, and then the chance to jump. The ship would hold the mystery and surely reveal the source of these links.…

Long ago, in the days of darkness, a mystery shrouded the land. The ships rising off the surface gently with but a vibration and then a crack through the air as they shot toward the atmosphere. There, left in their wake, the blue cords hovered and glowed. And to this day, none have known their…

¡Híjole! 3D Printed Burritos. To be honest, I thought that this project was an April Fool’s joke. Perhaps it was posted as such and I’m just now seeing it. Nope, it’s for real. Marko Manriquez has developed the Burritob0t as his graduate thesis for the Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. Ready your tortillas, prime the…

The crystal sea glowed putting out a vibration that could be felt across the silver stream of light. He didn’t notice the challenge that lay before till he stood, shivering at the icy bank. Caps and swells motionless, frozen by these links. Rolando Cyril – Some of the best surreal scapes and scenes I’ve viewed…

Beneath the timber, hidden within the shadows and fallen leaves, she waited. It often passed through these woods, scavenging, covered in the pasty soot of its sharp, glandular encased shovelers. Part machine, part beast, strengthened over the ages with these links. Thierry Doizon – Your eyes juices will jiggle at delight at the site of…

The stairway climbed east, or so I thought. The light shown differently in these parts. Clattering through the crack beneath the eave, the rays revealed their location, mixed with the sound of their engines. Hunting. Not for me, but for these links. Mikael Lugnegard – There is nothing about his art that is not completely…

Through the vapid water, strewn with oars and shards of boat, the injured creature stepped. The silver bridle that held the face of his opponent in his grip torn from the beast with the power of these links. Martin Deschambault – There is nothing that is not brilliant about the vast and beautiful scenes spilling…

Falling amongst the brush, it lay. Unseen for decades, the rust did not overtake it nor did the sun etch its silver surface. As it happens, the young lad being thrown from his horse landed in the brush as well. Had his hand fallen but an inch further, this story would not be told, the…

Shifting wing to wind it steadied the spade, its feet and iron chest ablaze and back against the sun. What could this beast with razored blade, be rooting from the ground? A vine releasing plumes of smoke, burning red, wrapped in these links. Mart Biemans – Abstract, edgy and complex illustration and digital art. F-stops…

Rumbling amongst the bracken, the crumb bumble thatched. Never once had he seen such treasure, glistening off each branch. The dew and mist were gathered there and rising up like fog, the runners of the brackens reach, climbed up these silvery links. Michael Kutsche – A subtle mix of comic, movie and Flemish renaissance painting…

Releasing the chain’s cusp did no good. It did not move. It would not move. Coated with scales and fur, stretching past the openings at each end of the gorge, it lay there, the last of them. As night fell, there was but one last hope. He wrapped the cord from head to tail and…

Lying against the planks, he grabbed the edge, peering beneath the tilted deck space. Millions of them! All working away with their surroundings illuminated by the light coursing through their veins. The source of the energy was clear. Buried in the midst of them it glowed, a pebble hare clothed in these links. Andrey Lazarev…

Sitting at the ledge, the small boy bot lowered his visor. This is what he was made for and, as it happens, the only thing that made him feel quite human. They were close. He sensed them. Pushing off from the ledge he dove into the ravine, fire packs initiating. Around the bend, they came,…

Once, when roads were dirt and stick, dust falling from a travelers trip and stories from their lip, a girl. She sat in the meadow watching as they passed, adventure on her mind, a spritely girl of only nine. When passing by on a cloudy day, a tree-like man, with fingers eight to each hand,…

And once he floated past the dock’s end, all scale disappeared from view. He could sense the foam, blue in it’s liquid hue, lapping against the distant rocks. A ferry’s horn creeping through the fog. Where would he hit? The light spoke. The flash blinding. There he lay in a field of white heather. Color…

Blown up bandages wrapped the wires and wimples of the war torn wasteland. It would indeed be a challenge to find. Bending back sheets of steel from the surface, he began. Days turned to months, months turned to years and one afternoon, a glow from the ground and the chest covered in the shadow of…

Decidedly pertinent as it was, he set forth, silvery landscaped before him and each step sending a minor chord of mischief through the white haze layered against the ground. On his back, the survivors, a small lot, best know for their gun arts and the ability to form bullets from these links. Victorior – The…

Vapor rolled from the jaw of the ice glazed face. There were literally hundreds spread throughout the forest floor. Some behind trees, other frozen mid-stride, and still others frolicking in the leaves, with all signs of mischief pointing to these links. Mark Molnar – Concept art and illustration. Vehicles, characters, creatures and more are all…

Buried amongst the thorns, winter long and cold, the bramble beast. Should the rope be torn from his pack fast enough, he may ride, but quick the beast is and torn not was his sheathed cord. Found there amidst briared air, he stood, breath stolen, as rose slow the the bramble beast dripping with these…

When sailing his house on the wooded sea, green moss pillows rose against the eaves. And upon the rolls of wave shed leaves, floated this princess and pauper king, silently sailing in moonlit peace, eating smoked salmon and squeezing these links. Hal Tenny – Wonderfully expansive fractal art (made using Mandelbulb 3D and Apophysis) to…

Gripping the cord, strung between a bottle and bewilderment, he struck the membrane. The vibrations echoed through the passage, off his eyes and into the face of the small beastie squeezing these links. Ray Ceasar – The art of a dog that takes a melancholy mood, mixes it with five layers of feelings and emotions…

Then, hopping down the snow-drawn path, with bells singing a muted rhyme, it happened upon a cranberry grove, strange and quite serene. There in the light and shadows still, a beckoning upon that hill, a band of rabid Christmas minks, gnawing on these chewy links. Evan Raditya Pratomo – Classic and fiarytale combined, exploring worlds…

The creoxithan seeped onto the outer hull, leaching the painted emblem of the Alliance crest off the ancient metal beneath. They couldn’t contain what lie inside much longer. Neither, could they ignore the fire gales beyond the hatch. Caught between two ends and no apparent way out, they decided to take these links. Steve Burg…

And slipping into the grassy depths, the shadows fell, the sun disappeared overhead and the earthy floor tumble out before her. What strange and vibrant things were these passing by? A snail of purple playing didgeriplinks with an elfkin on top launching these links. Amy Sol – Quiet and peaceful. Little pandas sitting on shoulders…

Large balls of fire shot down from the catapult batteries. No one had noticed, but it seemed as though anything that came within a 500 foot proximity of the keep’s wall immediately became liquid, ignited by the faintest light. Out of it’s depths shown two wee, beady eyes, beaming with the strength of a million…

The dust tumbled off the sill of the open window as his boots fell one after the other against the plank floor. “Why you’re full of nothing but prunes and palaver!” came the voice from the corner, “Going on as you do with this and that and the other and I’ll tell you what, you…

Whilst walking down the path, she found the cracks within the garden wall expanding and contracting with a vibrant rhythm. Not only had she just noticed this, when a wee rabbit popped its head through a larger crack, turning its head toward her saying, “I am made of fur and kinks, but look in my…

Dividing the darkness, down to the misty sub-structure, it leapt. Mechanical echo of rusted legs and a daggered stench spilled the pathway’s lair. And deeper still, lying in mud and time, the chalice, filled with the oil of these links. Aaron Beck – Concept artist and phenomenal painter, illustrator and photographer. Plenty of bots and…

When churning the walkways of the wild burrows, we happened upon this site. A fire, five barrels and atop each one a wee man and a sprite. “Fine and dandy,” said he. “But you have metal teeth for legs. And where your nose and eye should be, are tubes of these links instead.” Helen Kaur…

Long cycling, indispensable forces caught is the crushing grip of a reversal beam spanned steadily across the plain’s splintered sheath. The itinerants deployed. Each one knew however when it ended, they would face the electrifying horror of these links. Dimitar Tzvetanov – Dark, mysterious scenes and massive landscapes captured in the concepts and matte paintings…

When the blankets last whipped the sides of the metal hull, the air and all the fur-bellied fire mages stood still. The blank drawn stares looking over the edges took it all in. There, the waters disappearing before their eyes suddenly being devoured by these links. Rhafael Aseo – Incredible mix of color and intrgue…

That where the waves began rolling in, we floated, silent and still. Brought long after the footfalls of the beast metal shovel lords frozen in half battle gazes. Each held its stance as foam of rust danced and chiseled off these links. Gypsy – Sherry puts a 3D spin on fractal art, that absorbs you…

The vacuum separated. The muculent cadence of slivered vasculars enveloped the room as all but the left wall was covered. This was no ordinary rhubarb pie. Where had it been? What ingredients would do this? Had it become infected? Infected by these links? Tiago Hoisel – Fun, whimsical and also a bit scary. Tiago takes…

The grinders tore through the thick atmosphere, powering past the loops of canopied rail ivy. Mr. Trifler Husk cringed as the glass clattered up against his cane. I was silent, he thought. They never knew I was coming… no one… but these rabblerousers. Hmmppphh! Of course, they never had these links. Soukup – His process…

The tools clanged against the carriage. When had the mist been so thick? he thought. Even though they hadn’t seen a bonestripper in days, the stench was there. They were close. The mist masked it well, but there over the next rise, a clearing, sparkling with the power of these links. Ken Wong – His…

Once the cardboard was wrapped completely around the small creature, they were able to flip the switch. At first, nothing. Then some distinct whirs and clicks. And less than a minute later, a fully active cat-bleater was active, pulsing with the power of these links. So Much Monsters! – The CG creature bliss of Joe…

Dark hulls slipped through the waters. In the distance, we waited, breathing heavy fumes of better days, in our thoughts. Surely death was better, but what was this? A wave of electric pulses riding on the back of a thousand sea horses, carrying with them a large bowl of porridge and a cup of the…

The dripping had stopped. But what had started it? If I had look off the edge, I might have known, but dry docks don’t fix themselves, so I continued on. The evening grew close and cold, shadowing the strings of them. It wasn’t till I dropped my wrench, when I stood up and saw, saw…

The long, indistinguishable features of the razor prawn struck hard against the rancid air. Days had passed. The few of us who were left, attached what we could to our mechanized frames. Arms, actuators, a rigbots broken wheel or the jowltubes of a fallen brother. We had to do anything possible, anything to get to…