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Several shapes sculptured like chess pieces were placed on the black and white checkerboard ceiling, each of them lifeless. When Vincent stepped in to walk beneath them he noticed something strange. Ironically most of them were pawns, but each piece had their own frighteningly unique face. With visors covering their eyes, it was difficult to tell whether if they were actually staring exactly at Vincent as he trudged by or not. For this reason he couldn’t shake the feeling of being judged by these unusual figures.
Even after sneaking past to a different route in this maddening maze, Vincent found himself easily haunted by the chess pieces, mainly those of the pawns. He stopped at the entrance to the path ahead, slowly glimpsing around to find all the pieces had now turned his way. The pawns gawked at him with their gargoyle faces and joker’s grin, sending shivers down his spine. Vincent tried to take his mind off of them, but couldn’t bring himself to turn his back to these upturned statues. He began walking backwards, inch by inch, and as he did so the pieces continued to stare narrowly. He didn’t turn around until he was safe enough to sidestep behind the corner.
That was when he heard movement. The grating of moving stones troubled and followed him from behind. He closed his eyes again, trying not to look down at the bricked surface only to trip on a lamp dangling the wrong but gravitationally right way.
--"Antediluvian"

Of course, the little pawn on the "ceiling" (everything's upside-down if you didn't catch onto that already. So technically, the chess pieces are on the ground and Vincent's walking on the ceiling) doesn't have a face as described, but at the time I couldn't seem to get one done just right. Vincent seems to have problems with things staring at him.

...HOLY FUCKING SHIT this is old. As in, well over a year old-old. That's just...OLD. Ah well, I'll probably chuck it into scraps once I get some of my newer stuff scanned and colored, but this unfinished piece was just bugging me. Not to mention insomnia just kicked in earlier, so who would be better to color than our lovely resident insomniac, Vincent?

That's what I thought. It's also why it sucks so bad.

Critique discouraged because this is an extremely old picture and I know it sucks hard (although I did try to up the quality a bit with Photoshop effects. Did it work? ...no, I didn't think so). Or just throw spears at it for all I care.

Oh, yes, and I know it looks like Vincent has breasts. I tried to make it seem like he was just wearing a tight shirt, but I guess I fail at that, too. : ' ( Not only that, but the walls don't exactly look like walls. Shut up.

One of these days I'll redraw it to fit the scene better. Maybe.

Description
Several shapes sculptured like chess pieces were placed on the black and white checkerboard ceiling, each of them lifeless. When Vincent stepped in to walk beneath them he noticed something strange. Ironically most of them were pawns, but each piece had their own frighteningly unique face. With visors covering their eyes, it was difficult to tell whether if they were actually staring exactly at Vincent as he trudged by or not. For this reason he couldn’t shake the feeling of being judged by these unusual figures.
Even after sneaking past to a different route in this maddening maze, Vincent found himself easily haunted by the chess pieces, mainly those of the pawns. He stopped at the entrance to the path ahead, slowly glimpsing around to find all the pieces had now turned his way. The pawns gawked at him with their gargoyle faces and joker’s grin, sending shivers down his spine. Vincent tried to take his mind off of them, but couldn’t bring himself to turn his back to these upturned statues. He began walking backwards, inch by inch, and as he did so the pieces continued to stare narrowly. He didn’t turn around until he was safe enough to sidestep behind the corner.
That was when he heard movement. The grating of moving stones troubled and followed him from behind. He closed his eyes again, trying not to look down at the bricked surface only to trip on a lamp dangling the wrong but gravitationally right way.
--"Antediluvian"

Of course, the little pawn on the "ceiling" (everything's upside-down if you didn't catch onto that already. So technically, the chess pieces are on the ground and Vincent's walking on the ceiling) doesn't have a face as described, but at the time I couldn't seem to get one done just right. Vincent seems to have problems with things staring at him.

...HOLY FUCKING SHIT this is old. As in, well over a year old-old. That's just...OLD. Ah well, I'll probably chuck it into scraps once I get some of my newer stuff scanned and colored, but this unfinished piece was just bugging me. Not to mention insomnia just kicked in earlier, so who would be better to color than our lovely resident insomniac, Vincent?

That's what I thought. It's also why it sucks so bad.

Critique discouraged because this is an extremely old picture and I know it sucks hard (although I did try to up the quality a bit with Photoshop effects. Did it work? ...no, I didn't think so). Or just throw spears at it for all I care.

Oh, yes, and I know it looks like Vincent has breasts. I tried to make it seem like he was just wearing a tight shirt, but I guess I fail at that, too. : ' ( Not only that, but the walls don't exactly look like walls. Shut up.

One of these days I'll redraw it to fit the scene better. Maybe.