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Freelance Artist, Sometime Writer, Barbadian Cryptid

Somewhere in the hills near Harrison Cave.

Pronouns - He/They

Contact: artofjoshuaclarke@gmail.com
Website: https://aojc.carrd.co/
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www.patreon.com/posts/ninka-... I really dont plug my Patreon enough but there's a bunch of stuff on there for as low as a dollar to unlock(and a lot of writeups are free or become free eventually so might as well sub!)
Ninka Nanka | Art of Joshua Clarke
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November 6, 2025 at 2:50 AM
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A little Soothwardens lore and visual drop, while I work on finalizing the quickstart 👀

Incredible work by @artofjoshuaclarke.bsky.social
Three thousand years ago, the planet looked much different. Large continents spread across vast oceans, giving shape to a wide variety of peoples, wildlife, and landscapes. Then, the Cascade came. Vibrant green meteors crashed down in overwhelming numbers across land and water. Mages, and colossal planetary guardians, called Omirim rushed out in eight directions to save what they could. While tidal waves of earth and sea crashed against their magic, they pushed, driving the land from behind them out into a ring to combat the onslaught. The dust of the shattered and burned meteors drove through their barrier, mixing with the magic and washing over them. As their gigantic forms began to petrify, the Omirim sang out in a funeral song. This song, this dirge, reshaped the world to save the small humans that were left behind. Where once were multiple continents and oceans spread across the planet, now sat a circular ring of mountain range reaching to the clouds. One ocean sat in the middle, thousands of miles wide in every direction, so that almost every bit of hospitable land rested between shore and mountainside. The surviving humans lived and rebuilt off of the space between. The Ring still managed to contain a multitude of environments, temperatures and landscapes in what was left. But the tumultuous restoration of the planet’s new shape brought on challenges for the young human population. As they built around them, they found that many of the flora and fauna from before had changed, somehow affected by the Cascade. New prey animals began to roam the land, both in herds and in solitude. With them, came new predators. But something worse than predators came as well... A massive petrified statue of a humanoid figure called an Omirim pushing against the wall of a mountainside. Above it is the oncoming evening sky full of stars, and below it is a countryside and the far off image of a city. The city and countryside look diminutive because of the scale, and the image perspective is set from out in the ocean.
September 25, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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People of Earth, Reaper, Better Off Ted, The Thin Blue Line, The Booth at the End, so many.
weegee.bsky.social Kevin Smokler @weegee.bsky.social · Sep 12
Everyone has a 1-2 season TV show they sorely miss and not enough people knew about that you are always praising the heavens about.

What's yours?
September 13, 2025 at 3:50 AM
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Big updates are still being done for the QuickStart of Soothwardens, but in the meantime can we get some love for this INCREDIBLE cover by @artofjoshuaclarke.bsky.social!!!!

I am blown away by this cover, and so excited to get this into print in the future 👀

Link for playtest below
The cover of the Tabletop Roleplaying Game “Soothwardens”. There are two separate images, separated by the title. The top image is of a demonic bull with split horns and sharp teeth, fighting a human masculine presenting figure. The figure is suspended in air and using a magical whip to cut one of the horns, and lasso the bulls neck. He is wearing green folded clothing and a cloth headdress. The bottom image is of a large reptilian monster with massive sharp teeth in a thick blue lit forest. A figure in dark clothing and a long braid is shooting a beam of magical energy into its mouth that appears pink and explosive. The game author is displayed as Navaar Seik-Jackson
August 15, 2025 at 9:35 PM
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It's my BIRTHDAY wohoo! 🎉
August 9, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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Another last minute comp change. Villain poses are always a joy. Wip for the Djinn Binder for Zairoo

Obviously a ways to go but I'm way happier with the new direction

#wip #trrpg #dnd #illustration #artist #art
A dark skinned figure in a turban, crimson cloak and caftan is in the foreground, his hands glowing with eldritch magic as across the water a city burns A dark skinned figure in a turban, crimson cloak and caftan is in the foreground, his hands glowing with eldritch magic as across the water a city burns
July 18, 2025 at 1:14 AM
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Depression is a mf. Seeps in like the damp and youre drowning before you realized your socks were wet
July 18, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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Sometimes you gotta admit the comp aint working how you'd like and just gotta bite the bullet and go with a new one. The old work wasn't all for naughty, it helped me get to the new one.

#workinprogress

#art #ttrpg #illustration
A gigantic statue frozen in position pushing against an impossibly tall mountain, a tiny village is visible across an expanse of water A gigantic statue frozen in position pushing against an impossibly tall mountain, a tiny village is visible across an expanse of water with a ship sailing in the foreground
July 13, 2025 at 2:17 AM
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Back to Jesus Christ Superstar, the 70s movie is engraved in my brain
July 12, 2025 at 3:42 AM
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Hey #Portfolioday I'm a Bajan Illustrator trying to tell some stories while I freelance mainly in the ttrpg space. I'm ready and willing to take on covers, concept art, creatures and comics

Email: artofjoshuaclarke@gmail.com
Website: aojc.carrd.co
top - a young girl with a scarred face and a giant braid is fighting a large man, as he grabs her hair he's shocked by a hidden mechanism allowing her to sucker punch his gut middle - a port from above, floating above the clouds, an eagle shaped mecha takes flight as a dragon shaped mecha zooms past and flight personnel scramble to pursue bottom - a young man with white hair, behind him a giant roiling storm lit from within by green eldritch lightning A centaur ish shape made of bones of black metal carries a massive casket cannon on its back, it is feeding chunks of earth into its own chest cavity as it launches shell after shell into a black and grey wasteland A cyborg made of steel, brass, gold and glass in the form of an amazonian dark skinned goddess flies through the clouds with the ground far below a neighborhood lit by the distant fires and the low glow of dusk, a large mecha made of a combination of construction, combat and car parts kneels down while kids touch up the graffiti all over it and adults run a diagnostic check
July 9, 2025 at 4:24 AM
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Kaijune day 30 Extinction #kaiju #kaijune #godzilla #ttrpg #design #illustration #art #artist
The city that is godzilla goes to war with a living meteorite that towers above the clouds KAIJUNE DAY 30: EXTINCTION It came from the sky, screaming through the soundless depths, carrying the seeds of devastation. The earth screamed with the strain of the walking city. The sky rent by the explosion of the sea as the Seed rose from the depths and unfurled, like a terrible flower blooming, like an ancient predator stretching, like doom itself made manifest. How long had it drifted through the silent cosmos? What endless sleep had we interrupted with our reckless ignorance? What terrible joy did we inspire with this colossal monument to our pain? The twisted father was quiet, and in his silence his fear screamed. And we waited. Humans and our Academy of hope and pain. The Twisted Father and his hideous children. The Lord of the Grave and the offspring of sorrow. Waited to see if dawn would bring more than ash and ruination. And two mindless gods went to war.
July 1, 2025 at 3:53 AM
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Kaijune Day 29 - Metropolis Rex #kaiju #kaijune #godzilla #illustration #art #artist
A winged dinosaur shaped behemoth made from a city has wrenched itself free from the earth and stands on legs made of metal and stone and earth. Through it flows fire and lava KAIJUNE DAY 29: METROPOLIS REX It answered the song. The Gravelord sang, and the city itself answered with a roar of rubble and dust like every earthquake ever. A groan like the planet itself mourning, a cacophony of cracks like the sky breaking. Even from miles away from the city we could see it. A hunchbacked beast sloughing the earth from its back. And through all the chaos the Gravelord sang. A song of triumph now, of fury and bitter unanswered pain, the Black Ichor in its veins throbbing in time to the heartbeat of the living city. And above the din the song ceased, the earth still shuddered and shifted, but the raising itself was done. And a clarion call of challenge rang out in a thousand thousand voices. And in every mind we heard the answer. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND I AM NOT THE PROGENITOR YOU WILL WAKE THE SEED FLEE LORD OF LOST SOULS FLEE SPAWN OF SOIL FLEE
July 1, 2025 at 3:48 AM
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Kaijune Day 28 - Gravelord #kaiju #kaijune #monster #illustration #dnd #ttrpg #art #artist

This ones a Deathdealer tribute
A monster shaped vaguely like a man covered in bones and spikes sits atop a a monster shaped vaguely like a horse, with 6 legs, and too many ribs KAIJUNE DAY 28: GRAVELORD It came with a song. Exodus was the only option. Hunter Killer knew too much. They had been the first, the first we had thrown sobbing into the titan fueled nightmare, the first to do battle for us, the first to be lost to our enemies, the first to return changed. Which of the others would be taken next? What further horrors would that horned bastard craft from their twice unwilling flesh? We made our way out of the city, decoy groups on the surface, others in tunnels expanded or freshly connected. Weeks of furtive despareate movement, they were out there and we did not know what they planned, but we had no choice. The city was lost. There is an absolute silence to a dead city bereft of human souls to fill it. In that cathedral to loneliness the sound of titanic hooves on asphalt echoed across the emptiness. Graveside was not dead, could not die it seemed. It had taken the Steed, after what titanic struggle had the titanic horse shaped beast been tamed we would never know. But the howling insanity of Graveside had fused its choir of grief fueled corpses to the unwilling Steed, and so it slowly wandered the desecrated halls of our monuments to ourselves. In the silent halls a chorus rose, a thousand thousand voices wailing in pain and fury, the song of Graveside. Winding through collapsed buildings and bloodstained streets, past the charnel pits and the battle ruined harbour, across the cracked and blasted streets, through sewers and tunnels and parks and homes abandoned - into the very bones of the city itself. And the Ichor stained city answered.
July 1, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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Kaijune Day 27 - Seraph #kaiju #kaijune #art #artist #illustration #angel #drawing
A winged creature with the body shape vaguely resembling a bird, the face is a blinding light surrounded by six wings, the body is adorned with multipl wings as well KAIJUNE DAY 27: SERAPH It came to watch. Following the seed of devastation on solar winds. A pinpoint of light in the distance of every conflict. A too bright star. A faceless watcher. To what purpose? To watch us fear and hide and scurry? To watch us celebrate our destructive potential and then recoil in horror at its futility? To watch the ritualistic sacrifice of numbers we cannot even admit to ourselves to the hunger of the Genesis Engine? To see children sent to war in suits of flesh and pain again and again and again? To see the charnel pits of our hubris and waste spawn things that even our enemies saw as nightmare? I am tired. Tired of the twisted creation and unfathomable destruction. Tired of the things we told ourselves we had to do. Tired of the look in our volunteers eyes when we send them to the Engine. The stage was set. And the Seraph watches.
June 28, 2025 at 2:07 AM
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Kaijune Day 26 - Prodigal Son #kaiju #kaijune #monster #illustration #art #artist
A killer whale godzilla hybrid covered in pairs of fins, with a massive crown of horns and spikes breathing blue fire into the ocean KAIJUNE DAY 26: PRODIGAL SON It returned in despair. Dreadnaught had laid waste to Graveside. The Twisted Father had returned. The Dead Man's Hand had been seen mutilating both the Highway and Steed, none the worse for wear for all the beating it had taken from the Hammer. There was nothing else to be done, it would be a battle, a show of overwhelming force, everyone we could bring to bear sent at that horned bastard, maybe we could wring answers from it before the tidal wave of monstrosities could decimate our paltry few. Yes, yes, we would have our pound of flesh, it mattered not the confusion, or the despair, we could do something - well we could send them to do something. We sent to the barracks for our tiny cohort of warriors. We found an unfamilair sight. They all looked to the direction of the sea, and they were weeping. In relief In despair A GRAND GIFT A MOST SURPRISING USE OF THE CHRYSALIS CODEX SEE WHAT HAS BEEN WROUGHT FROM YOUR OFFERING
June 28, 2025 at 2:00 AM
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Kaijune Day 25 - Harvest #kaijune #kaiju #art #artist #monster #illustration

This is definitely one of my favorites from the series.
A winged centaur with one arm, a head covered in gnarled blackened horns, and a chest adorned with blinking eyes, the figure is leaking liquid flame and the hooves are blazing. In the background a forest is being uprooted into the sky KAIJUNE DAY 25: HARVEST It came back How. How could we be so blind. So feckless, faithless, hopeless, priloud and paranoid. Arrogant and brutal. Vicious rats biting at the walls of a maze of our own flesh and excrement. What the purpose, what of the endless parade of seemingly near indestructible monstrosities, what the point of the random and wanton devastation. There were more than enough of them, there had always been more than enough, they were going to - FEAR NOT THUS HAVE I SOWN THUS DO I REAP CELEBRATE IT IS TIME FOR THE HARVEST
June 25, 2025 at 11:41 PM
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Kaijune Day 24 - Dreadnaught #kaiju #kaijune #monster #art #artist #illustration
A large ankylosaurid with a railgun for a tail firing a giant laserbeam KAIJUNE DAY 24: Dreadnaught It came with spears of fire. A lance of nightmarish light blasted across the landscape. It burned trees and buildings, raining ash on the city A great intake of air, a thrum of energy building to a crescendo and a beam so intense it seemed like a bar of liquid white fire. It was not directed at us however. It was directed at Graveside. We assumed that the titans we had made, these chimera, these Kaiju, we thought that they were the weapons manifest. But even as we deployed them once again it became clearer that whatever the plot of our visitors - they did not fear us. What we did intentionally was to be observed, studied, kidnapped for who could know what unholy purpose - but not feared. The things we wrought accidentally in our desperate attempts to not just defend ourselves but to assert dominance. That they found alarming. Alarming enough to deploy weapons that we could barely comprehend. A pit of mangled Kaiju parts and a thousand thousand dead, vomiting forth not just a tide of Black Ichor but both the Dead Man's Hand and Graveside, insanity and sorrow, the heaped corpses of a million mistakes. The embodiment of our callous expediency. It came with a lance of fire, our bitter enemies unleashed hellfire in fear of the blight we wrought in the name of efficiency and sacrifice and power. And Graveside did burn. It howled and thrashed and wept bitter tears of Black Ichor. And as the cleansing fire stripped layer upon layer of gnarled bone and twisted flesh it laughed.
June 25, 2025 at 2:17 AM
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Kaijune Day 23 Tyger Tyger #kaiju #kaijune #art #artist #illustration
A giant tiger standing near upright like a gorilla, the fur is blackish blue with red stripes KAIJUNE DAY 23: Tyger Tyger We forged it from defiance The voice was small. A quiet voice, a young voice, firm and determined. “I will be next” We were at the Academy arguing bitterly about what was to be done. Graveside was on the field, and that meant that whatever had happened to Dead Man’s Hand there were again 3 factions on the field and we were short a defender. Hunter Killer was gone and by now we had abandoned the search, instead deploying our titans one at a time to patrol in a futile attempt to assert some control. And a voice cut through the din of engineers and military personnel - a figure at the door, framed by the orange glow of the corridor lights. "I will be next" Short, quiet, dark skin, too much hair on their head. The uniforms were a new addition, a rank and number designated on the shoulder, in the Academy they were numbers, names were hard for the engineers. We had decided it was better for all. Still, they insisted. "Three is not enough, I have spoken with the others. I will be next, I will go into the Engine." Command was willing, if the match was correct it was up to the Engine whether the subject survived the transformation or not and they were indeed a match. Gorilla and tiger, a good match, we needed a bruiser after all, some bulk, to fill the gap left by our loss. They were solemn, but a keen eye would see the spots of tears on the floor as they waited before the platform They walked in. The Engine roared to life. And a Savage King came forth.
June 23, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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Kaijune Day 22 Graveside #kaiju #kaijune #monster #art #artist #illustration
A towering figure made of bones and sinew stands on two digitigrade leg, no visbile arms and a chest made of skulls. The face is a giant skull with a beard of dripping hair, spewing spit and bile from the large jaws. KAIJUNE DAY 22: GRAVESIDE It came from suffering. The Hunter Killer was lost. Gone. Stolen. We had sent the others searching but to no avail. The Shade was in hiding. The Herald was nowhere to be seen. The Dead Man's Hand had either been vanquished or disappeared to its own unspeakable purpose. The Ambusher had taken the Hunter Killer once. Then we had seen - but what do you do when the lights go out and a colossal being is just gone like it never existed? And in the rubble and the mud of the pit something stirred with their pain. The other academy volunteers were inconsolable. None of us could fathom what it meant to embody a being of that much power. To be forced into the Engine again and again, to undergo that horrifying transformation again and again. And now one of them was just gone. Again and again they went into the Engine, and again and again they found nothing. And in the blood and Ichor of the pit something drank their sorrow. The three remaining Academy volunteers - no, not volunteers, veterans, they had lost a member in battle, they were veterans - had returned from another searching trip. They had collapsed, sloughing off biological material and Ichor, venting the Thunderers energy. Returning to their bunks and lapsing into bitter silence. And in the nightmare and horror of the pit the Graveside stitched itself together from their pain. And walked into the world trailing despair.
June 23, 2025 at 11:30 PM
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...bc yeah, THIS.
Tumblr post by user kalira , dated Oct 20, 2024: I say this very gently and with much love, and I say it not only as a writer myself but as someone who has been privy to many 'but how can they not know that work is amazing! 1 love it! I gushed about it to every friend I have and recced in x, y, z servers and [...]' The writer or artist doesn't know this. They have no way of knowing that you found their work beautiful and lifechanging or even just a bright spot on a bad day or that you think about it every day or that you told all your friends about it, and those things are great but we have no way of knowing them! You may not be doing it intentionally, but you're excluding the writer or artist from the community feeling of fandom that you are carrying on (that is so great! fandom is a community! continue to talk and play!) even with their work. Please, please just drop a line even that is "oh gosh I absolutely love this work, I screamed to every one of my friends about it when I first read/saw it!" even if you don't have the spoons to share more of the specifics that made you flail at your friends or what you said in private. (Though if you do, we will love you forever for it.)
June 19, 2025 at 6:11 AM
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Kaijune Day 21 Herald #kaijune #kaiju #art #artist
A creature with a massive spread of blue antlers floats on the wind, with giant hand shaped wings, a vaguely humanoid body under the wide head and a length of tail covered in spikes It came bearing light. The alarms sounded. There was another titan incoming. From the sky it came, dwarfing the Shade in size, a huge array of horns reminiscent of the Twisted Father, a glowing heart that we knew promised nothing but pain. Clearly at some point the battle between the Dead Man’s Hand and our inscrutable enemies had concluded in some fashion, and we were once more the target of their ire, and this new haunting and terrifying foe was to be our challenge. We reviewed our class of volunteers. More and more they stared at us, their eyes distant and hollow. By all we could extract they did not remember their transformations, not really. They had nightmares of course, strange sounds in the night, they were afraid of the light more than the dark. Their skin was marked in odd places, their eyes shifting colors in the dark, tiny sparks drifting across a field as they caught the light. History would record these brave soldiers of course. Tell of their heroic sacrifice, their studies at the Academy, their time in the field, their hard won battles. Humanity would be the inevitable victors, and the records would be carefully constructed to tell a better truth of the hardships we faced and how we triumphed over them. And so they went to war, the hard-scaled Rattlefox and the savage Flying Jaws, the devious Krakenwulf and of course our oldest champion, the brutal Hunter Killer leading the way. Bellowing and hissing, roaring and trumpeting, they would do what needed done. When it was over, our volunteers wept openly for the first time in months. There had been no battle, they had set forth to attack, the Herald had opened its arms wind, and issued forth a blast a light and sound that had frozen all, human and titan in their tracks. When all eyes cleared we understood. The Hunter Killer was gone. No scent on the breeze, no trail for retrieval. The Herald had descended from the sky and stolen our champion, and this time we could not get them back.
June 22, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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Neighborhood Robots by @navaarsnp.bsky.social with jaw-dropping art from @artofjoshuaclarke.bsky.social
Two page spread of Neighborhood Robots . A large two page piece of art in the background where a robot is being operated on and played with by young children in an urban environment.
June 19, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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Kaijune Day 20 - Rattlefox #creatureart #kaiju #kaijune #art #artist
A weird combination of rattlesnake and fox, a cobra hood esque where ears should be, the rattle is enormous and covered in blades KAIJUNE DAY 20: RATTLEFOX We forged it from cunning and cruelty. The engineers were hard at work salvaging a fleet of heavy land vehicles to transport the Engine, it was too valuable to leave vulnerable in one place. We would need at some point to be able to deploy our own titans in stealth, to regain some sense of surprise in our ceaseless pointless fight with the incursion of abominations. For once we had some sort of respite. What awaited in the aftermath of the conflict between our foes and the Dead Man’s Hand we could not fathom, but for now it seemed that whatever their plans were they had not counted on the twisted pile of filth and fury that had spawned from our desperate bid for our own defenders. It seemed an affront to our enemies in a way that our own titans were not. With the spectre of an unforeseen escalation we worked on the Academy. We were giving these children a glorious opportunity to be part of the resistance. Access to new fields of science, a front row seat to the triumph of humanity! And it turned out that the transformations - the successful ones at least - were essentially indestructible, a confirmed construct could be a new kind of human! The gratitude towards us for these gifts wasn’t there yet, but it would be. Venom, we would need poison. We had to be able to rot our enemies from the inside, and a titan would be forged that could do it. With a new kind of weapon we could escalate our defenses. A graduation. An escalation. An ambush predator. A rustling rattle like a gigantic forest in the wind.
June 19, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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Kaijune Day 19 - Hollow #kaiju #kaijune #art #artist
A large undersea creature with a head within a head, 4 splayed parts like halves of the upper and lower jaws of a large reptilian, two enormous hands above a pair of smaller ones and a lower half of roiling tentacles. A hole in the chest shines with red light and silhouettes a humpback whale floating in front of it KAIJUNE DAY 19: HOLLOW It came empty. In the deep the Hollow waited. The Dead Man’s Hand was ripping at the Hammer. The unholy crustacean was seemingly impervious to the obsidian nails and blows of the massive fists of the twisted flesh hulk. The Hammer was almost toying with it. Terrible claws ripping huge gobbets of stinking flesh, and delivering them to its gaping maw. And in the deep the Hollow listened to the songs of giants. The living Artillery had fled, guarded by Cassowary. Our own behemoths had reverted to their base humanity and we were frantically studying the open wound in the ground that had birthed the hand. What else would be birthed from our festering regret. And in the deep the Hollow studied the ocean. We worked on getting the Genesis Engine mobile, repairing the damage that had been done, preparing for what we did not know, but preparing nonetheless. And in the deep the Hollow tended a garden of the unimaginable.
June 19, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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Kaijune Day 18 - Hammer #kaiju #kaijune #art #artist
An giant crustacean menaces a coastal city, with two enormous claws shaped vaguely like dinosaur skulls KAIJUNE DAY 18: Hammer It came to crush. The Dead Man's Hand was insane. What was clear from the absolute unholiness of its form was that this was made from people. The area around the mausoleum - the poetic name for the yawning pit we used for the failed experiments of the Engine - was a mess. The land had crumbled into the gigantic hole when the Dead Man's Hand had hauled its horrific form out. The scream came from a million voices as it sped off into the darkness like a mountainous half formed rat. The fight in the hills had devolved into a days long game of gigantic cat and mouse, Cassowary’s lethality meant that it could rebuff the attacks of the Flying Jaws and the exhausted Hunter Killer and Krakenwulf could barely present a threat. It could not close on any to finish the job without the wounded Living Artillery being finished off so they retreated desperately. When the Dead Man’s Hand loped onto the scene wailing like the doom of all men - every one of them turned and fled. It was a humbling thing to see a mountainous monster shudder in fear. To see its towering legs quiver. To hear a screech not of unfathomable rage but a keening whistling whine of discomfort. A days long war of flesh and blood and Ichor and fire, and the Dead Man’s Hand sent them all reeling. We could not fathom what our answer would be to this thing, we could force as many “volunteers” as we liked into the Engine, if the control implants couldn’t force them to fight then what use were they to face this new nightmare? Our enemies however were faster to their answer. The next day the Dead Man’s Hand was at the shore, wailing its terrible chorus into the waves. And larger than any titan before the Hammer rose from the depths.
June 19, 2025 at 5:01 PM