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PHEW, finally done with this project. I am publicly apologizing for how freaking over due this whole thing is. It took me faaaar too long and too many bumps along the way. I will be gifting each commissioner who took part in this huge commission free artwork to help make up for their wait and I want to full hearted thank them for waiting so thoughtfully.
Tomorrow I will be sending out notes to the commissioners containing all the versions I created for this in large files. Also I will be uploading each character solo picture to my gallery, sorry for the slight flood tomorrow lol.
Kazza
SkieFire
sutherncross2006
malak_lanfear
Xegras
MasterDireWolf
Myon
Thelapdragon
Aodhan
Tomorrow I will be sending out notes to the commissioners containing all the versions I created for this in large files. Also I will be uploading each character solo picture to my gallery, sorry for the slight flood tomorrow lol.
Kazza
SkieFire
sutherncross2006
malak_lanfear
Xegras
MasterDireWolf
Myon
Thelapdragon
AodhanCategory Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1200 x 696px
File Size 1.29 MB
You're an outcast sniping in from dark corners.
Always under attack, running like a madman!
Always coming in last place,
Bringing up past victories.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need an engineer's shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass with rockets,
So paranoid. . . sentries sitting around every corner
Watch your back!! Spy!!!
Oh my, here we go... Rematch in 3.. 2.. 1..
Another loose heavy and his cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get a much lower place than a bat between the legs.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor nor do soldiers.
I'm still laughing like hell while you burn in my infurno.
You think that by crying to me, that I'm not going to say cry some more!
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease on hour 69 of game time,
Well, then take your medicine or another uber crit rush.
I created the Sound of Madness in this team.
Wrote the book on rage quits.
Somehow I'm still here, critin yo ass
To explain, spies rule
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality with demo bombs strapped to your chest,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free to go back to war.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease of team dysfunction.
Well, then take your ubercharge rush!
I created the Sound of Madness with endless fortresses.
Wrote the book on burning pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with sasha.
When you gonna wake up deadringers...
When you gonna wake up and fight all of these damned spys...
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
.... Inspired by lack of sleep, this picture, and sound of madness.
Always under attack, running like a madman!
Always coming in last place,
Bringing up past victories.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need an engineer's shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass with rockets,
So paranoid. . . sentries sitting around every corner
Watch your back!! Spy!!!
Oh my, here we go... Rematch in 3.. 2.. 1..
Another loose heavy and his cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get a much lower place than a bat between the legs.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor nor do soldiers.
I'm still laughing like hell while you burn in my infurno.
You think that by crying to me, that I'm not going to say cry some more!
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease on hour 69 of game time,
Well, then take your medicine or another uber crit rush.
I created the Sound of Madness in this team.
Wrote the book on rage quits.
Somehow I'm still here, critin yo ass
To explain, spies rule
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality with demo bombs strapped to your chest,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free to go back to war.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease of team dysfunction.
Well, then take your ubercharge rush!
I created the Sound of Madness with endless fortresses.
Wrote the book on burning pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with sasha.
When you gonna wake up deadringers...
When you gonna wake up and fight all of these damned spys...
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
.... Inspired by lack of sleep, this picture, and sound of madness.
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