The Harsh Winters of Summer

This is my birthday present to @g-octavius. It’s Otto Octavious! Yaaay! 

There are so many glaring errors with this. Although I probably shouldn’t point them out. I tried my best. That’s all that really matters I suppose. I think I may have made him way too handsome. Not that that’s much of an issue. 

Anyhoosles, Happy Birthday @g-octavius! 

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Here’s my attempt at Clover. I had to use sooo many references. I pretty much copied the head straight from Neville Page concept art. But I still think it turned out alright. I wouldn’t mind taking a swing at this again with no references. 

Well... 

I tried. 

Wow, I’m actually posting stuff. 

It’s not much. Just some machine lifeforms from Nier: Automata. It was relatively fun and easy. Perhaps I’ll color them in the future. 

Probably not

I did draw the rest of the DDLC gang, but they didn’t turn out all that great. So it’s just Monika. 

God. 

My art style makes me want to vomit. 

My poor attempt at drawing a Range Trooper. I feel it’s decent considering there’s only one picture of it out there. 

From the moment we enter this world, we instinctively invent ways to have "fun," and share our inventions with those around us. We are not asked to do this, nor do we need reasons to create. It is simply who we are.

We find one another and compete with one another. We laugh together and cry together; all while playing together. Our experiences bind us and liberate us. To share our most valuable experiences, we create stories, invent tools, and evolve the art of play. Play has been our ally since the dawn of civilisation.

"Playing" is not simply a pastime, it is the primordial basis of imagination and creation. Truth be told, Homo Ludens (Those who Play) are simultaneously Homo Faber (Those who Create).

Even if the earth were stripped of life and reduced to a barren wasteland, our imagination and desire to create would survive--beyond survival, it would provide hope that flowers may one day bloom again. Through the invention of play, our new evolution awaits.

Kojima Productions -- We are Homo Ludens. We are those who play.”