Been Painting Some Cool Models For A Custom Army Of Wetland Dinosaurs!

Been painting some cool models for a custom army of wetland dinosaurs!

R E D D A W N

The Red Phantom carried a cannon on his hip that spoke like a storm

Wherever he went black clouds followed, disaster and death

And today, a saccharine specter rides

In my town, at noon, with no clouds in sight

All we hear is thunder

Water still as glass

Snow cloaks the landscape into solemn silence, quiet

The Woman in Black cradles her dying daughter, a fragile thing broken and battered, red against white, tiny hand half into still water

Heartbeat slows, beat by beat by beat, freezing into place like the trees and mountains in glacier grasp

No cries, no last words

Only fear in rapidly darkening eyes

Black blood beneath cracked boots, worn as canyons carved by master erosion

Churn, crack, split, burn

Machines churn, lumbering titans of iron and steel, fire down their flanks

Men on knees, praying to God in Heaven and God in Oil

Far away watches the Red Phantom, dark tears down a gaunt face

He rides on and down, and feeds his Cannon with blood

The Red Phantom stood, and around him lightning flashed, rain like a new deluge

Cannon pointed, hungry metal ravenous

The Woman in Black smiled her last smile, and blood mixed with western waters down her body in final baptism

Crack

Crack

Crack

Crucified, sacrificed to cruel winds that howled and scratched and stole, never giving, always taking

Men from bygone era hung in the shadow of the canyon, ropes that held by nature of the spite of the Law

Sun the color of justice, bright as molten metal, threw hot lines down broken crags, harsh stones

The Man in Red stalked the land, made from Man into God, and God into Legend

Last of his kind

Angry to the Finality

It sounds like something creaking and breaking, an awful, sickening chittering, like bone scrapping against bone

Deep and organic, wet

A foul, thick smell on the air, putrid. Stale air accumulated from an infinite maze of blank hallways, empty living rooms, and eternally-light windows

You hear it scraping against walls, or climbing against ceilings.

Dragging itself in long, thick, disgusting motions. It’s heavy.

The ceiling lights flicker, sometimes popping outright and plunging you into pure darkness

It leaves bodies hanging from the ceiling, half digested and still alive, sinewy corpses that kick and moan with painful, ungodly life

They reach down at you, half fingers clawing at your hair, words unable to form from toothless, jawless mouths

Men, women, children

Thud

Thud

Thud

- jet pack/thrusters

- personal modular fusion reactor

- electromagnetic shield projector

- directed energy wrist mount

- exoskeletal enhancement systems

- psionic magnification array

- cleaver/sidearm

- gravitational grenades

- stealth systems (invisibility/warp)

- regenerative second skin

My eyes serve no purposes, and yet I can see clearly

My fingertips are locked behind cold metal, unfeeling, but still I can touch immeasurable beauty

My mouth is broken and chained, sown with gnarly zeal, my words do not yield

My brain lobotomized from steel spikes and electric thorns, and my thoughts care little as they conduct themselves into frenzied virtuoso

I am in great pain— joy reaches inside me, motions my marionette strings

Within me resides only Darkness, but there in it I feel sickly Light, worming and pulsing, hot with life, probing at my depths

Teeth at my throat, fingers in my hair. A voice chill as the winter we’re in, every breath and gasp and pleasurable sound we make turning the air steaming.

Hissed encouragement, the pulse and roar of blood, fingertips hot as flames.

Words and sentences vaporized, coherent thoughts obliterated, my mind sparking, dying, lost in each ravenous entanglement.

The snow is everywhere, frigid, beautiful. Bare trees claw up at the endlessly dark night, and the stars watch us with envy, feeling each motion, each buildup of pressure, each erupting release.

The sky turns. The Moon soars.

Teeth at my throat, fingers in my hair.

It never ends.