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Setting off toward the sun, stilting his was down the silted, ash lined maze of a murky mountainside trial, Fitz McBunkle… charged. Though his forearms were lined with blades and his single eye ablaze, it was a slight hesitation in his smirk, a mis-step and a burp, that caused one stilt to split and skewer…

The landscape spread before his peglegs, all nine of them, some wrapped to his hobbled trochanters with makeshift tarsal claws cut from barnside tin. He’d seen decades of fighting, hair matted, antennae torn, but still plenty of seeds scraped from the hulls of these links. Aleks Petruk – Huge color for huge scenes that you’ll…

The mouth of the canyon crumbled away, wider than our cable would stretch, but certainly a distance we could cross were we to make it quickly enough across the shoulders of the Sturble Chanks. Rising fast it was, with our siftpack blasters moving us faster toward the edge of these links. Brett Northcutt – ILM…

The rocky steps sifted down the slope to the bottom of the falls. Blackrocks crossed beneath the fallen pineknob spires and all the seeds floated about like a spiny snow. We would have step carefully, watching for the glow to appear from any cracks that would form in the thin coating of these links. Karl…

Five straps past the port bow unlashed the mast, undoing the to latch to the hold. We had nine of them there, reprogrammed to fight with us, strewn together with our adversaries ancient magic, parts off the other ships, most of the missile batteries, and these links. Col Price – Can’t get enough of Col’s…

It was a vast crucible of beetles and malarky–the two things you were always aware of but never wanted to see combined. Somehow they had been joined together. And the indescribable horror they produced shuttered all hope, save for the light chain rays, if we could but reach them, of these ventricle-expanding links. Jerome Comentale…

A temporal blast ripped through the leaves of the fork tine trees. The walls that had been constructed from shards of its metal bark were holding but we’d have to time the next blast just right if we were to make our escape down the vines of these links. Santa Norvaisaite – Oriental treasures depicted…

Pins under the skin of the Metal Jibbler’s jaw scrapped its veins of conduit and carbon fiber. Five tons of its legs pushed through the trees and against the edge of our turrets on each side. We’d have to get the powder charges in five of the nine joints and use the complete heat-syncing capability…

Gentle steps across the cane forest floor and up the battle’s hill, we stole a look at the position of each drone scout, daring to evade its scan and light them enough to have the home base fire these links. Michael Herm – Mech toy designer who will be launching on Kickstarter later this year.…

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Ten times the bow dipped and the bow slipped beneath the pale gray waves. Then out from the shore, the beams struck our path, through a sea writhing with the tentacles of these links. Pablo Dominguez – Incredible array of ships, scenes, creatures and more with experiments in VR modeling from this ILM Concept Artist.…

Thunderheads above logrolled plains split the night and lit the glitter-swollen veins of the dragon moths. Since we hadn’t yet lit the path torches, we were certain the carts hadn’t been seen, that is unless their eyes had been coated with these heat-sensing links. Glen Johnson – Creator of epic biomechanical and biotronican ecological environments,…

A purple burp of a slime biter hid amongst the thicket. The scale-charred sword of the guhl shard drug across the dirt inches away. Though hidden, the blades could cut, giving seconds to escape perhaps, but more assured it would be, they could shoot from the trees, after coating their blades with these links. Marnix…

Blocks fell charred and knurled from the flame lined jaw of the timber chewer. Each halted bump of its immense body shook the trees blanketing the wall of our escape. With our elm and metal armor and twisted pinon bone spindles we would have to move quickly and be sure to coat each piece in…

A strong wind swept across the drenched black sand. The limestone mountains gleaming in the crisp morning air. The entrance close. The razor ’s gears cutting around each cube of solid light. Each surface smooth. The brightest one of all riddled with time shards of these links. Aaron Limonick – LA-based concept artist with a range of…

Thunder clapped around the base of the red metal arms tearing up through the soil and fog. An uncountable number of drones shot from the launch bays on its back, streaming laser beams and orange juice streams, all moving as a single entity at the bidding of its master, attempting to quell the fiery rage…

Satchels swung from the fenceposts snagged on the barbs by the passerby’s whipping past on steel steed with wind on their heels chasing a pint of mead. Rusted eyes would catch a glimpse of the bags against the sun, oiled eons past when the mechs tilled the land, bound to happen again once hatch the…

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The canopy was a sandwich of eyes and dew-drenched leaves. We had all but to shift our gaze to see blinks that would start a rainfall. We inched closer to the clearing, their movements becoming more intense with each of our steps and their eyes starting to glow like the edges of these links. Alice…

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We heard the crunch as we stepped up on the platform. Wood. Metal clamps. Held together with what looked like veins of a five-day-old onion thrown against the wall and dowsed with curry powder. The smell wasn’t too dissimilar. We had two choices, continue on and make the ridge before dark or settle in, grill…

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A tailwind caught the sails. We could do it – cut the reefs and jump the sandbars. We would have to hit the engine cycles perfectly though and make sure the cords held the turnip load. Fear would have overtaken us, but we had plenty of cord, cord made from the sinew of these links.…

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Tired and torn the Chinzwhithal cut a furrow at the canyon pass up to the chiseled peaks of Monteretch, collapsing at dusk having cut just deep enough to unblock the spring where the vein would now fill with the nectar of these links. Maciej Drabik – New space scenes and cities (plus a city kitbash set) with…

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From the top of the trees it took more time but going by ground or sky was impossible. The limbs provided us brief cover when melon seeds would come exploding through the leaves. The only thing we knew for sure is that these incredibly massive weather anomalies could only be generated by these links. JaeCheol…

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Glances from beneath their transparent sheath missed us as we hid, the hair of their eye jibbles quivering in time with the rattles of their undulating movements, moistening the corridor with the critical ingredient needed to find, extract, and combine these links. Mack Sztaba – A concept artist with a wide range of talent, particularly in the…

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Eight times we ran the code. Line upon line scrolled past, reflected in the hollow glass orbs festooned across its metal skull. The inch-long tusks would jitter occasionally as the eyes shuddered and lit, as if it were anxious to finally catch a glimpse of these links. Reza Afshar – Wonderful pieces of nearly abstract…

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A blue moss wall, iced with frost spider webs, grappled its way past roots and branches of the Shornfort realm. The forms would glisten and melt, recrystallized with a shrill scream as you pass holding your finds, cold shadows waiting to be within reach of these links. Nick Gindraux – Ancient dragon riders, old Russian…

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10 bags of blistered tentacles crawled their way through the corridor. Eyes bulging against the cloudy sack to peer deep into the darkness of the chasm that rent the ship in two and caused the escape of these links. Ivan Tantsiura – Exceptionally minimal scenes of concept ships. And then you get an enjoyable smattering…

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Peaks tipped in the trees of a juniper freeze rose out ahead of us. Nine times out of ten you wouldn’t see, wouldn’t hear, the wood spider’s howl but, on a night like this, your chance was better than others, when in your bait pouch, you carried these links. ShuoLin Liu – EVA units and…

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A spray of foam exploded out the sockets of the metal chewer’s rusted neck seams. It was the first time he’d laughed in centuries. Before he had finished devouring any more of the pickled light orbs though, there was a job to do. It was time to get to work, hunt down, and capture these…

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The move to the hinterland was upon us. We had shards of daylight split between vast nights, bridged only by the shifting tree worm’s shrieks. We were not sure if the wooded channel actually existed, but we were sure of the Hintergurgle. For once it knew what you were after, it would do everything to…

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A dizzy spot in a timber rot grew up through the forest, and quiet bears chunked little bear up through the treetops, to see where the Habble Shrumper might have stashed its gold, the gold as old as grandpa bear who fought him five scores before, to bring the village these links. Boti Harko – Wonderful…

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The tundra trails wound through the brush, dusted in the sticks of fallen trees and the fancy winter people’s sculptures of clay and ice. We had to find the blue one though, darker and slightly larger than the others, glowing with rich, sticky gum juice of these links. Alejandro Burdisio – You’ve not seen flying…

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The Vensovians would land their ships at dusk. Tall and lanky with silver eyes and clip fins at each joint, the gill rifles hung at their hips like a set of pin pistols. They were effective shots too, easily taking out each lycanthrope to harvest tubes of these links. Steve Chinhsuan Wang – Dragons, ships,…

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A trip across the roots slowed us down but, gaining speed as we had, we were nary less than 100 meters upon the blast pad. There was something about the sparks as we reached it, seen for a blink as our grapplers sank through the metal. Once we were onboard, stopping the planet melt would…

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Dusk hit, and the whir of a million tiny mechanical feet clinching the rock could be heard for miles around. The cliffs were not ours, but a good cliff isn’t formed out of its desire to be a good cliff. The centuries were ours as well, the time spent carving, the dust, the strange finds, and…

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It wasn’t until the storm began that we saw just how many joints the spider titan had. Socket upon socket, torn rubber stretching it’s wiry tendons between. Fifty bends and deftly drawing its way up the chasm wall, and strapped to its back, a hundred of its babies suckling on these links. Yaroslav Kotsubinskiy -…

The piers ended where the gas vents began. From there, two miles to the ridge and another half mile to the crater. We could see their necks from the boat, weaving and twisting, laced with lava, and skin that glowed like the coals of these burning, red links. Klaus Wittmann – An excellent cacophony of concept…

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The piles were many, yet it stood atop, triumphant. When the sounds started again, we were not quite ready, but we could tell it was. Leaping from mound to mound toward us, it landed with its masked face pointed away, a beam of light shining out of the tiny visor, suddenly turning, holding in its…

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4 AM and the mouse nest stirred. Frost lit the channels, the straw, by the moon. And stolen away in the warmth, a light gray, eyes set ablaze, by the flames that were set, in the morn on the quest, for this raw band of links. Vitali Timkin – The concept artist from Minsk can crank…

Threads were drawn across their arms, five arrows each, held by their teeth. Ten times they let fly. Ten times the ship shielded our descent. Dust blown, then settled, they were gone, and left in their wake, the skin of these links. James Gilleard – Love the mix of stylistic vector illustration with bits of edgy,…

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Rolling side to side, on toward the rough hewn slide, and we, barely touching foot to ground, jumping across their heads, fled, and as we did the large one turned, with the others flanking round, to jump and eat, and trigger the uplink from their ship to these fine links. sslololss – He’s an illustrator…

The piles of wooden legs, metal arms and felt bacon strips was an odd combination to line the corridor. We hadn’t been on board for long, and nearly 45 minutes before they docked, but we knew what they would be seeking. Arm and leg repairs, of course, but they knew the most nutrients would be…

A tall lanky fellow slid down the old gutter, water shedding below where his feet landed. Small bottles hung at his side where a coat of velvet jade hid most of his legs. A wind-broke, wide-brimmed hat recorded the marks and bore his intent to devour these links. Jan Buragay – If you missed Jan’s…

Mike Azevedo

There were elbows. Not just elbows, but the thick skin of elbows, poking up through the surface of the ground. Now, there’s one thing a bean sprite doesn’t like, and that’s when you step, scrap or trip upon the elbows of the sycamores they’re sworn to protect. Every vibration, every damage, it felt through these…