Revisiting An Old Setting Me And My Brother Used To Talk About Sometimes; The Woods Are Full Of Grass

Revisiting an old setting me and my brother used to talk about sometimes; the woods are full of grass that'll eat you if you don't bring a lamp to scare it off.

Still have the old stuff on hand. I do still quite like the aesthetic going on in these to a degree; I was required to explain my piece for an event though and I didn't want to go into everything going on here.

Bird. From 2019.

Unit SE-3134 had been taken far from base, so returned by a trail seldom travelled by. There she came across a relic from years long gone. The handle of a sword jutted out of a worn-down stone, and there remained the whisper of an old message carved into its surface; the blade would be lifted by the hand of one pure of heart, to unite all the realms in war and in peace. The hands of the impure would be burnt for their arrogance. Unit SE-3134 wrapped her hand around the sword; not the handle, for it was too small; and immediately was aglow with heat. Before she could remove herself her whole hand had melted off, and a great havoc was wrought upon the circuitry underneath. Evidently the sword believed her heart was impure. She was a killing machine, after all. She hadn't imagined she'd had a heart at all before.

For Robot Day on Newgrounds

Praying for King Charles' health not because I like him but because the people should not be made to abide by the coronation of this swagless ho

Feel free to speculate on what caused those splotches in the bottom right corner.

For the art prompt 'reaper.'