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Im hosting a contest! (CLOSED)Hello all! As you may have seen in a poll I posted not long ago, I beleive I am hosting a contest. This is a design contest, one that will play an important role in a project of mine. Im creating an rpg, its top down, pixel/mixed art style. You play as a dragon. Im creating and molding a brand new universe for this game, filled with lore and stories. I want this game to cater towards all gamers, not just to us, a small community of dragon enthusiasts on DeviantArt! I thought though that the idea of playing as a dragon is a fairly new concept not yet touched by most game developers, that many people will be interested in playing.
EDIT: To those who may have misread what I am and am not looking for, I updated the description! Sorry for the confusion!
So to get on to the contest part, you guys will be designing dragon characters. A big part of deviantart is designing characters/OCs so I think you guys will do an amazing job! I will be selecting 3 winners, each desi
Christmas Bites -ATKei pulled her coat tightly around her body.
It was reaching midday on christmas eve, at a time when Kei wished the weather had been better. She had agreed to meet someone in the town centre, by the large pine tree in the market square; its branches decorated with lights and durable outdoor decorations. She shivered as she pulled her hood up over her head, half wishing that the weather would get warmer; or more festive.
Rain on christmas was not fun, especially when you had arranged to meet up with a friend outside.
"Why could she have not chosen a cafe?" Kei whispered to herself, glancing at the star shaped decorative lights that were displayed from several of the buildings around her. Her glasses began to slip and mist up, causing her to remove them, cleaning them with a handkerchief from her coat pocket before replacing them on the bridge of her small delecate nose.
A shiver passed through her: she could feel the weather turning.
Movement in the swirling throng of people caused her
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