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fear the old chip, laurence.
by the gods... fear it
by the gods... fear it
On the night of a full moon, the cosmic bodies align, amplifying their energies— tracing the edges of reality...
A bin in the corner of a lone workshop, crudely labelled "bad parts" begins to stir and a clicky rustling noise breaks the silence.
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Had the concept for this one right away, but damn, high res pixel art is pretty challenging— so much zooming in & out to get it dialed in, but cool that you can bury more little details.
Everything is hand-drawn, no tracing used, but did reference a photo for the mausoleum doorway & to figure out wth a chip shadow would look like at that angle.