THIRD ROUND
Username: Snow!
Name: Dez.
Gender: Male.
Sketch/Writing: #3; 200/200.
A gentle planet turned by itself, as if on an axis, while slowly orbiting a bright ball of light. Other planets could be seen in distance, calmly minding their own business. Soft, milky dots twinkled on the dark canvas. No sounds could be heard. The universe seemed at peace.
Unexpectedly, a blazing dark blue object with a green back flicked across the perfect image. The creature wore no suit as he drifted off into space.
His body was contorting, his hands at his neck. His face became pale, his lips blue from the cold. He seemed to be gasping for air, but there was nothing to be heard with nothing nearby. It seemed like an eternity that he grappled with the vacuumed abyss, as if it couldn't kill him, leaving him to struggle with the nagging pain of the airless space. If the lack of oxygen did not kill him, the chilling temperature would. And if not the temperate, the sun's radiation.
He drifted closer towards the sun. The sun shot a fervent burst towards him. He was almost engulfed into the sun's fiery rage, when suddenly, he sat up in bad, gasping for air.
This time, air met him.
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Username: Snow!
Name: Dez.
Gender: Male.
Sketch/Writing: #3; 200/200.
A gentle planet turned by itself, as if on an axis, while slowly orbiting a bright ball of light. Other planets could be seen in distance, calmly minding their own business. Soft, milky dots twinkled on the dark canvas. No sounds could be heard. The universe seemed at peace.
Unexpectedly, a blazing dark blue object with a green back flicked across the perfect image. The creature wore no suit as he drifted off into space.
His body was contorting, his hands at his neck. His face became pale, his lips blue from the cold. He seemed to be gasping for air, but there was nothing to be heard with nothing nearby. It seemed like an eternity that he grappled with the vacuumed abyss, as if it couldn't kill him, leaving him to struggle with the nagging pain of the airless space. If the lack of oxygen did not kill him, the chilling temperature would. And if not the temperate, the sun's radiation.
He drifted closer towards the sun. The sun shot a fervent burst towards him. He was almost engulfed into the sun's fiery rage, when suddenly, he sat up in bad, gasping for air.
This time, air met him.
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