Happy New Years guys! Sorry I have been rather inactive lately, I have been enjoying my vacation with my family, and after New Years, I will be back at it again, trying to master the new mission system, and pump out a bunch of things that demonstrate what it can do.
Now on to our December 2016 Art & Writing winners…
Gabr has something to suggest for everyone, why don’t you tell him what you think?
“Personally, I’d like to see a revamp to combat, and more goals other than “just get stronger.” An overall more dynamic mod that doesn’t depend on the players making fun artificially (through servers).
And for our second winner, in the writing category:
Miner voted for Gabr, and now you can read his story that won over our judges, over all the others:
Written by MinerDoodles
The Fractured Race: Acrosians – By MinerDoodle
Agonising screams ricochet off of the nearby walls, plastered in innocent blood. Small, condensed snickers fill the air as one by one those who stand in the way perish. A family, pleading against their massacre. A simple interjection, followed by a beam through their heads. The assailants feel no remorse, and proceed to take the village over. However, unbeknownst to them, one survivor is left behind in the destruction. The rest of his kind vanquished in the attack, he slowly and quietly escapes, scarred for the rest of his existence.
This survivor: the Acrosian known as Gabr.
Many years later…
“Gabr! Quickly! They came from nowhere!” One of the locals cries out over the noise of chaos behind him.
“What’s wrong? What is the commotion?!” Gabr exclaims, rushing out of his tent.
“Its…it’s a Saiyan attack! They’re taking revenge on our kind for Frieza’s misdeeds towards them!” explains the villager. Gabr’s expression turns cold, flashbacks of his village’s massacre flooding back to him. His fists tighten.
“We need to move. Now.” Gabr growls, preparing to take revenge for those who fell. Before he can go anywhere, however, a blast comes hurtling towards the villager. He screams, death imminent.
The blast connects. Gabr stands in front of the villager, arms in an X shape. They steam slightly, scathed by the blast.
“Oi! We have two more over ‘ere! Le’s ge’em!” Yells a burly Saiyan. Behind him is a thinner, more defined Saiyan. Gabr readies himself. The burly Saiyan rushes with a heavy fist and Gabr simply sidesteps, throwing a hook. It lands and sends him reeling backwards. Gabr presses on, throwing more punches. The Saiyan blocks most of them, taking some of the weaker hits. Gabr spots an opening, and sends a knee straight into his gut. With a heavy groan, the Saiyan takes the hit painfully, stumbles back and then drops. Gabr pounces on him and uses a Ki blast through his heart. The Saiyan goes limp, and Gabr drags his attention to the Saiyan he was with. This one is different. He has an air about him. One you would only expect from someone of worth. He gives of an unnerving feeling, and Gabr is unsure what to do. After what feels like hours, the other Saiyan speaks.
“It was a shame, we could have made something out of him.” He says quietly, pronouncing every word. “But then again, if one is going to rush an opponent such as yourself, one can only expect defeat. And, as expected from your race, it can lead to death.” He notes, nodding his head to his deceased friend.
“So you think we’re all the same? That every one of us is a cold-blooded killer?” Gabr yells, anger flaring at the racism the accustomed Saiyan has.
“Well, going by the display before me, I would have no reason to disagree.”
“Then I’m sure you won’t mind me saying that you pathetic monkeys were nothing but pawns to us, that your lives were nothing but expendable.” Gabr retorts, trying to push for a reaction. The Saiyan squints, then regains composure.
“That may be the case. Hence why we have retaliated. We will take what you have stolen and claim it as our own, rebuilding the Saiyans to what they should be. And, when Vegeta catches wind of this, we will crown him king of the new Planet Vegeta.” He grins, visions of a new kingdom blooming in his mind.
“Vegeta? You mean Frieza didn’t kill the prince?”
“No he did not. In fact, whilst a large majority of us were wiped out in the excplosion, quite a few of us survived. More than you would hope. It’s a shame, isn’t it? How your precious ruler couldn’t destroy a race as “puny” as us. How do you feel, Acrosian?” He giggles, pushing Gabr’s fury to its breaking point.
“I feel like you should keep your damn mouth shut!” Screams Gabr, rushing the Saiyan. His expression flips, turning stone dead. He readies, then blocks Gabr’s punch. Grabbing the outstretched arm, the Saiyan proceeds to drag Gabr over his head and straight into the floor. Gabr is powerless until he manages to manoeuvre his tail around the Saiyans waist. He tightens his grip, then shifts his balance to throw the Saiyan back slightly. He loses hold of Gabr’s arm and Gabr springs onto his feet, preparing for the Saiyan’s next move. He simply stands there in his fighting pose. Both fighters stand motionless, waiting for a move. Eventually, Gabr musters all of his speed and snap vanishes behind the Saiyan. He’s unprepared, and takes the swift kick to his back in full. He grimaces. Suddenly, Gabr swings a sucker punch at his gut. It connects and shatters his armour. He falls back, in shock.
“How…How dare you break my armour?! You’ll pay for that!” Snarls the Saiyan.
“Seems like your true Saiyan blood is coming out. Are you going to fight properly now?”
“It seems I must sully my hands against you scum. Very well.” He shifts his stance, and begins to release his energy. With a loud scream, his power explodes and a harsh light emits from him. Gabr covers his eyes to the luminance. When it dims, he gazes at his enemy to find he has evolved. The opponent now has golden locks, spiked upright. His eyes shine with a deep emerald glow. He’s surrounded by a yellow aura.
“This, my Acrosian friend, is a Super Saiyan.” Gabr look in horror at the Saiyan. “And now, you will die.” He approaches Gabr at breath-taking speed, arm outstretched. Gabr can barely move before the punch lands on his left cheek. He’s sent hurtling through his tent and a boulder, shattering it. The Saiyan leaps towards the boulder and drags Gabr out from the rubble, then proceeds to launch him into the air. He follows him, appearing above him with his fists high above his head. He swings down, connecting with Gabr’s stomach. He chokes as he flies straight into the floor.
“Let’s see you try this one on for size. Galick Gun!”
A purple-hued beam shoots towards Gabr, and his sight is filled by the approaching blast. He barely avoids it by leaping with the remaining stamina he has, the blast exploding in the crater where he landed. Gabr coughs and splutters as the Saiyan approaches him. He drags the weakened Acrosian to his feet, and begins to charge a Ki blast in his free hand.
“You can take some comfort in knowing you were bested by a Super Saiyan. Not that you shouldn’t feel honoured to be in the presence of one to begin with. Now, be gone!” He says, blast growing larger. Gabr is unable to move until something inside him clicks. With the scraps of energy he has, he throws a sucker punch at the Saiyan. He slides backwards, Ki blast falling away. Gabr stands by himself and with a deep burning fire inside, tries to muster any remaining strength he can. The Saiyan holds back and watches the display, hoping that the Acrosian comes up with nothing. At first, his hopes are realised, until Gabr screams with an intense passion. His power spikes dramatically, and His body undergoes a metamorphosis. The Super Saiyan is in awe at this, unaware of the Acrosian ability to transform. Gabr appears from the dust in his Final Form. His green highlights glow slightly, his skin leeching a deep purple aura.
“So, let’s finish this.” Gabr deadpans. He vanishes and appears right behind the Saiyan and sends an upper cut into his back. This completely destroys the chest plate and sends the Saiyan into the air. Gabr simply interjects and prepares a devastating Ki blast. The Saiyan recovers and prepares his own Ki blast.
“Super. Galick. GUN!!” Screams the Saiyan, launching a massive beam towards Gabr.
“Hm. Supernova.” Gabr says slyly. From his finger, a gigantic black and purple Ki blast expands. He simply points his finger at the enemy and it soars straight at him. Both blasts connect and hold steadfast, no-one making any headway.
“This fight is mine! You have no chance you scum!!” Bellows the Saiyan. He’s using all of his might to hold his blast in place. Gabr simply smiles, then his face goes dead.
“See you in Hell.” He growls. The Supernova forces the Galick Gun towards the Saiyan.
“No. No no NOOOOOOOO!!!!” The last words of the Saiyan hang in the air and the blasts consume him. The Supernova then explodes and sends a massive shockwave through the ground. Gabr sighs with deep relief, then notices a crowd behind him. The other Saiyans who were part of the attack stand terrified at the might of Gabr. He simply smirks, then proceeds to take every single one out in an agonising way. The only thing remaining of the attack is the damage left on the Village, which Gabr proceeds to examine.
And now, a word from Miner
I was really impressed by the final pieces. Doc’s was very clean and I like the shading on his glasses. I was especially impressed however by Traveler’s drawing due to the effects it had. They look very good and almost genuine from the show. The addition of color was very good as well. However, Gabr’s stuck out more as it was an Acrosian (not as popular as other races) and was all full color, not to mention done on the computer which in of itself is very difficult. It also allowed me to write a slight variation to the usual “Saiyan goes super saiyan” trope, and also allowed me to get the view from their side.
Thanks everyone for your participation, and I hope to see more people jumping on board next year.
The Devblog will now return to its regular schedule of Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
Have a great New Years guys, I love you all.