"When the rains fall atop your shadowed perch, when the Bloodsport is at your front door and all you have left to hang onto is false hope and the sound of the rain, stay a while, listen, learn. Reflect upon all you have accomplished in your life, even if it won't matter squat in but a few hours. It's too late to back out, you've gone ahead and volunteered for one of the most bloody sports in the history of man, with a mortality rate reaching that of 100%. Nobody knows why you joined except you. Take solace in that as you prepare to die." - Confederacy, 3888's BloodSport championships.

A little spread for an upcoming project of mine. Since I get to be the butch(director, shush you), well, there will be lots of darkness, neon, and muffled screams. It's fairly small, but that's the genuine size that the spread will be, so meh. It's been a while since I've submitted anything to Newgrounds, but then it's been a while since I've drawn anything Newgrounds-appropriate.

There will probably be lots of concept art and resources coming in over the next few weeks or so. This particular piece took about *counts up inside head* 6-7 hours or so? Least I'm finally doing thinner lines.