#fallen moon

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Fallen moon

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[grimmoths]

I own several vacation homes in rare pair/crackship hell

[dimalink]

Atlas H376 - cold moon and underwater shock

A little more with shooter games. Well, shooter games are also because of they are very spectacular genre, as idea. And, I for hundred years have never seen modern games. I like retro shooters. Today, it is a genre. And, also, it is nice to try something unusual. And we are, already, getting closer to end 2024 year as result of the year. To the prize of tv watchers sympathy. So, I played these games. But not so a lot.

Amid Evil. Ancient evil. Game is very cool and so artistic design kind. Everything is with style. With spirit of how they can look modern way games from first PlayStation. If these kind of games ever exist. And PlayStation will be upgraded. And better say - retro shooter. With view from the eyes. Or how today everyone says it - boomer shooter. By the way, I do not know what means word boomer here.

Game is visually pixelated and beautiful. Beautiful lighting. And artistic work. About surreal world. Something like fantasy. Dark fantasy. It is has happened with world something. Game is like Doom or Quake or Turok. But its own way.

Its own game mechanics. Battles are here like one on one. With using of abilities. Enemies are not about, are they clever or not, but they are rather strong. And, they are doing something their own way. It is hard to say, that they are stupid zombies. No, they have their own behavior. Someone is big and strong. Someone is small and fast.

But, most cool thing, it is style and graphics and pixels. And atmosphere of this strange world. I am not about storyline here yet. But, there is a storyline here. And all the game we are shown some strange world. World of abandoned moon. Some evil or aliens like demons something like intrude here a long time ago. So, a surreal world with visual picture form. Some moon. Strange. And something is wrong here.

Everything is so strange. Strange and unusual world. Of lost moon. levels. True kind of art. Beautiful. Architecture is different. With different colors. Something like Greek or medieval style.  Its own architecture. So big buildings. Passages. Small and big. Game is not set limits. And there are open space locations. Big labyrinths. And there are narrow passages. There are place you run with water. Everything is so spectacular. Different material and surface. Different colors for locations. Blue color is so cold. Or red is so hot. This is the way, I remember this game. Some adventure to some fantasy. Id like to say it is so colorful. And, sometimes, it is cold fantasy. Of a lost world.

Second game I want to tell about it is Death in Water. It is idea - shooters are spectacular. So here we are underwater. As diver. And before our eyes it is beautiful world. Which is underwater. And there is emptiness here. It is like arena. But it looks atmosphere and beautiful.

We have a harpoon in hands. And everything is so underwater here. Special effects. You can go deeper, and reach sand and hide after stone. But, well, it does not help here. Or get higher. Such maneuver. And at the top it is sun and light. And to the lower - it is darker. I want to mark this game for style. There is style here.

And it plays rather scary. Something like realistic. So, sharks are swimming here. One, two, three. It depends. So, idea is - waves with enemies here. And all the map - it is small piece of water. Underwater. And you are as a diver. With harpoon. You are hunting with sharks. This is idea. But thing is, sharks are rather real, should to be. And player has few chances. And, it is written in the web about this point. That yes. Graphics is cool. Style. Even more - elements with realistic things. Everything is cool. But, you cannot play it long. Sharks are, easy to see, much stronger. So about certain gameplay it is so so scary thing. But as a graphics and atmosphere and realistic points - everything is cool. So, I do not played it a lot. But I like this game! Interesting game. Good implementation, not bad. More about style such a theme. And this point is done very good here.

Sharks are making circles. They are getting closer. You are trying to shake in water. Try go deeper. Or try get closer to surface. But, you are, of course, not a fish. You cannot move fast. And it is, sometimes, dark in water. And, so, as a result - mouth from the dark and underwater you see. And thats all. Game over. As a horror movie. For idea and realization it is five score.

So, these are two atmosphere kind games, unusual shooters. So, I mark them. They have interesting visual. And they are good about atmosphere.

Playing little games. From time to time i like to play videogames. And write about it. Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[alexkujawa]

Finally added to my ETSY! 🌙 "MOON GARDEN" and "FALLEN MOON" are now finally available art prints: 5" x 7", 8" x 10", 11" x 14", or 11" x 17" for your framing pleasure (which is more sizes than I can bring to shows). Both of these artworks are ink drawings I completed while relaxing by a lake, surrounded by forest, with wild flowers blooming in front of me, all while staying in a haunted cottage with a graveyard beside it. It was magical and I wanted to capture some of this magic with my art. MOON GARDEN: alexkujawa.etsy.com/listing/1616350399 FALLEN MOON: alexkujawa.etsy.com/listing/1602183470 Hand drawn ink drawings, lovingly colored in Photoshop. 🖤💀🌿

[artstationable]

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[silvergrovelillies]

How long will it take for Rayla and Callum to get together?

So Rayllum shippers, it’s gonna take awhile. I like to give characters development in stories and due to Rayla and Callum’s situation, they will have to gain each other’s trust

[lovenikkiclothes]

Based around the hat ‘Guidance of Light’.

[favoritefadedfantasies]

Fallen Moon // Tehra x Zane

@intoxicatingxminds continued from here

“This is for the best,” he grunts as he throws her into the nearest cell. “When they come for you. Be smart. Tell them I trapped you here… that you couldn’t escape."

He’s about to leave it at that. But instead grabs her by the forearms and rests his forehead against her own. His eyes squint closed and his breaths come in pants. Her scent, her eyes, the way her skin feels against his own. The sound of her voice when she’s angry and the shiver to her touch when she cries. He tries with all his might to remember every detail, but its over too soon.

There isn’t enough time.

Dust sinks down from the ceiling and he knows they’ve found a way in. With a heavy heart, he takes one last look at Tehra and pushes her back into the cage. He accepts this. Everything between then and now has been a waiting game and now, for the final crescendo he will die.

Fifty or so men stand in the foyer, their eyes squinting into the darkness. For a moment or two, Zane allows himself to watch them, hidden in the shadows.  Most are blind drunk and no doubt that is what led them here tonight; bottled bravery for the weak of heart. Some– the older men who hang at the back of the crowd, have quiet rage simmering across their features. They are the farmers. The ones who have lost the most during Zane’s curse. And then there are the show runners. Smarmy, well-dressed men with glints to their eyes and pearly white teeth goading on the rest of the crowd. It was these men, years ago that had cost him his life. His family. His home.

Fire burned behind Zane’s eyes and he charged.

He broke apart the crowd. Men scattered, crying and wailing. Some dropped their weapons and ran, but not all. Zane found himself in the middle of a closing circle, turning this way and that whenever the men fell out of view. He snarled. Waiting. With an awkward cry a short, chubby villager dove forward with his spear. This was all the group needed. Bolstered by their comrades bravado, the rest attacked. Kicking, pulling, shooting.

A spear ripped itself through Zane’s chest and he keeled over, catching himself with one clawed hand before he hit the floor. But a boot between his shoulder blades sent him down the rest of the way, and the spear made a wet crack as it popped through his ribs and out the other side. Still the assault continued. Knives appeared from pockets as the men began to slash and hack at any exposed flesh and fur they could find. It felt like hours but was more likely minutes until the attack was over and the few remaining men stood above his dying body.

She had no intention of listening to him. He may have been stronger than her and able to man handle her into the cell, but Tehra had no intentions of staying there. She was just about to protest when his hands wrapped around her forearms and he brought his forehead to hers. 

The huntress gasped ever so slightly then closed her eyes, breathing in what she was going to make sure wasn’t their last moment together. Tehra hadn’t yet figured out what this was between them, but she was going to ensure they both had time to find out. The huntress was hell bent on it. He let go of her too soon and she watched him leave, reaching after him to no avail.

The moment he was out of sight she began trying to pick her way out of the cell. The footsteps stormed above her, and every sound she heard from the battle quickened her heart rate. She knew Zane wouldn’t - couldn’t - kill. There was no way this battle was going to go well for the vampire. Fingers moved swiftly, picking the lock. Tehra let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding when she finally heard the lock click and open. Wasting no time, she bolted out of the cell. 

A while back she’d stashed a few weapons in various spots around the castle - if she recalled correctly, the dungeon had a very nice dagger. She snatched it and made her way to the source of the fighting. All at once Tehra heard the battle pick up in intensity and she knew it was near the end. Terror gripped at her chest but she paused, making sure she was hidden. She wasn’t certain how she felt about killing the villagers, but it seemed they were leaving anyways.

Of course, they’d never even attempted to look for her. This wasn’t a rescue - it was a murder.

Once she was certain they were gone, Tehra rushed to Zane’s crumpled form. She was certain her heart stopped at the sight of him. No - she wasn’t going to allow this to be his end. The wounds were too numerous to count, and he was so covered in blood that she couldn’t tell which wound was causing the most damage. For a moment she considered immediately starting to wrap the wounds but there was no time for that. 

Instead Tehra moved towards his head, picking it up with great effort and resting it in her lap. She could barely recognize this dying thing in her arms, the dynamic, passionate, tortured soul she knew was hardly visible in his eyes. Tears threatened to roll down her cheeks. Instead of letting them, Tehra purposefully took the dagger and opened a vein. If anything could save him now it was her blood. 

Wordlessly she lifted his head with her uninjured arm and forced her bleeding forearm between his lips. Desperately she angled him so as to ease swallowing - Tehra could only hope that his instincts would kick in the moment blood touched his lips.

“Drink...” she whispered, her voice thick with desperation and worry as she held her beast in her lap. “I can save you, but you have to drink...”