preview of a little side project we’re doing at onagro studios.

Mordor, from Lord of The Rings!

Spider-Gwen, in the style of Marvel Vs. Capcom!

a tiny smol fox

Jack-o’-lantern I made for a unfinished halloween piece! Hopefully next year i’ll be able to do a complete one

Doctor’s advice: Stay Hydrated!

Echo

Before my mind vanishes, before I lose all my memories that keep on getting away, before I start believing in my captors words, before they rewrite my story, I shall write it with my own words.

Three years it had been, I had been walking the same path, five days a week, ten months per year. My name is Martin and I was a biology student. It used to take 12 minutes to walk from my house to college, it was a crowded place where I lived, so I passed by a lot of people. The college building was not that big (now it is probably reduced to nothing), but it was a nice building, there were nice people and I got along with my classmates. I had a friend and colleague, his name was Tate (or is, if he managed to survive somehow), he was (or is) an year older than me, blond and used beaten up clothes. He used to say I was a strange guy, that I lived too much in my own world and did not open up to people. Which is ironic, seeing my situation now. He used to say that that was the reason why I did not have any close friends or a girlfriend. He said I was gonna and up crazy and alone. And he got that right. That time, I thought he was saying bullshit, so I just ignored and we kept on being good friends as we were.

On my way back home from class, I always passes in front of a house with two floors. From the upper window, there was always a young lady watching the streets, she had black curly hair, brown eyes and big lips, she always looked bored from there, looking at the streets in the evening. The house had a wooden door, and was painted in brown, there was a garden in the front, it was big and it was beautiful, looked like a good place to have a dog, in the front there was a tall gray gate with a “for sale” sign. It had been some time since I noticed her there for the first time, and she was always on that window the time I went back home.

There was one day when I was having a really boring class and Tate and I decided to leave a bit earlier from class and went to have some snacks under a nice tree in the campus’ yard. Tate was complaining about the weather, seems like it was too hot, and talking about some party he went the other day. He kept talking about some people I do not know from some place I have never been to. Sometimes I wonder how did we even became friends to begin with. He then asked me how come I did not know anyone, I had no life besides college and well, he was right, I had no other friend besides him. Not that there was a reason for that, I just did not met anyone, I guess. Tate did invite me to go out with some of his friends but it just seemed too troublesome.

That day I went home I bit sooner that the usual, so I thought the woman would not be on the window, but there she was, looking bored as always. The difference this day is that she looked down the moment I was passing by and our eyes met, so I waved. Now, there was no special reason for that, I just felt like it for some reason. Since I had been seeing her for so long, it felt like we were acquaintances, so it just seemed so natural to wave at her and that is what I did. For my surprise, she gave a faint smile and waved back, then she went back at staring the street with a bored face. A sudden strike of happiness got to me after seeing her waving at me, seeing her noticing me. And at the same time, an angst, for she had saw me and all she gave me was that faint smile, like I did not deserve something better.

But life goes on and I changed my way back home, after that day I started to feel something strange about that girl, it was like I was obsessed with her, it was like a curse. The other day, when I got to class, Tate was talking about a movie he had seen and how great it was and how I should totally watch it. I got the movie name and that was it, someday I could watch it. That week all Tate talked about was that damn movie and how great it was, he was planning on watching it again with some friends. It was a horror movie, I just thought it would be like any other horror movie with all the cliches, so I did not pay much attention to it.

At the end of that week, Tate invited me to watch that movie at his house with his friends. Since I had been kind of sad about all this girl stuff, I accepted the invite. It was so dumb me. The night came and I went to his house, there were three other people, a brown haired girl who seemed older than the others, a blond guy who told a lot of jokes and another girl with short black hair and some stylish clothes, she seemed to be quite rich. I started wondering where Tate met them and how did they become friends, none of them had anything to do with the others, but they seemed to get along. We made some popcorn and sat on the couches to watch the movie.

It started as any other horror movie, an old house with a big family that tragically died in there, so some years passed and a new family with a child and a dog went to live there, the dog would bark all night and the child would say she was seeing some strange people in the house, but the parents would not believe it, so the movie went on, they got rid of the dog and the child grew up and ended up in a mental hospital. Two days after the girl was hospitalized, her parents were found dead in the house. After some years, the doctors decided she could leave the hospital, so she went back home and every evening, around the time her parents died, she would go to their room on the second floor and sit at the window looking at the street below. And all that situation made me really anxious, because I was remembering the girl on the window the other day, until the camera turned to the window from the street point of view, and not just the house, but also the girl looked the same. Everything looked the same. I asked “was it shot here?” and when I looked at the others, there was no others, I was at my house, alone.  

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Bunch of kitties ♥ I’ll probably make a set of stickers with thoses (•v• )/

Android game!

UPDATE!

So, some of you played the first scenario of the game and now I finished the second one too, so there’s a new file to download if you’re interested :D

—– Hello everyone,

I’m currently developing a mobile game, it’s a mix of RPG with interactive fiction (like visual novels). There is a test/demo version of it that can be downloaded here.

About the game, then:

It’s called Pargon, it’s about a medieval world with 10 gods, where the player will choose a god to follow and a war between them will start. The game is made of situations and options, the story will change accordingly to the players decisions. 

Here’s the game introduction:

About the World

You are in a medieval fantasy world. There are 10 beings that live in a world called Pargon, the so called God’s World, and they are, as you can guess, the so called Gods, even though they did not create the world you live in. Since their appearance in the “real” world, people idolized them as gods and created temples for them, but you’ll get more of that later. Everyone, the time they turn 20, have to choose a god to follow.

About You

You are a 20 years old woman living in a small and peaceful village. Your father was a mercenary and died in war, it was a great battle in Túrë’s name. He used to say that to be a soldier, you had to sell yourself for the castle lords, but being a mercenary, you could be you own lord. Your older sister followed his steps in the mercenary way following Nárë and working only for him or his followers. Your mother is a Coivië follower and a famous baker. Now it is your time to follow the mercenary path and go out on you own adventure.

About Mercenaries

There are a lot of things that people do not usually see with good eyes, amongst them are griffons, Anqualë followers and mercenaries. There are all kind of mercenaries, those who accept all kind of requests as long as there is money involved, those who only take small missions or only big missions, those who work only for the gods and so on. Mercenaries are known for being deceiving and dangerous, so it’s common for them not to be trusted at first.

How to install:

Since the game is not yet complete, it’s not im the store, so you can install it downloading the apk file and installing it. You can go to your download folder and click on it or use a file manager app to do it. There’re also the apk installer apps (you can find a lot of them searching for “apk installer”, like this one) that will automatically find all apk files in your phone to install.

Feedback:

Now, what I want is feedback, bug reports, etc. There’re a lot of different android versions and devices, so they have different behaviors. So send me feedbacks! It can be a bug report, a suggestion, some typo, an unclear text, anything. If you know, let me know your android version and device too (in case of bugs). 

That’s it! (tell your friends too)

Echo

Before my mind vanishes, before I lose all my memories that keep on getting away, before I start believing in my captors words, before they rewrite my story, I shall write it with my own words.

Three years it had been, I had been walking the same path, five days a week, ten months per year. My name is Martin and I was a biology student. It used to take 12 minutes to walk from my house to college, it was a crowded place where I lived, so I passed by a lot of people. The college building was not that big (now it is probably reduced to nothing), but it was a nice building, there were nice people and I got along with my classmates. I had a friend and colleague, his name was Tate (or is, if he managed to survive somehow), he was (or is) an year older than me, blond and used beaten up clothes. He used to say I was a strange guy, that I lived too much in my own world and did not open up to people. Which is ironic, seeing my situation now. He used to say that that was the reason why I did not have any close friends or a girlfriend. He said I was gonna and up crazy and alone. And he got that right. That time, I thought he was saying bullshit, so I just ignored and we kept on being good friends as we were.

On my way back home from class, I always passes in front of a house with two floors. From the upper window, there was always a young lady watching the streets, she had black curly hair, brown eyes and big lips, she always looked bored from there, looking at the streets in the evening. The house had a wooden door, and was painted in brown, there was a garden in the front, it was big and it was beautiful, looked like a good place to have a dog, in the front there was a tall gray gate with a “for sale” sign. It had been some time since I noticed her there for the first time, and she was always on that window the time I went back home.

There was one day when I was having a really boring class and Tate and I decided to leave a bit earlier from class and went to have some snacks under a nice tree in the campus’ yard. Tate was complaining about the weather, seems like it was too hot, and talking about some party he went the other day. He kept talking about some people I do not know from some place I have never been to. Sometimes I wonder how did we even became friends to begin with. He then asked me how come I did not know anyone, I had no life besides college and well, he was right, I had no other friend besides him. Not that there was a reason for that, I just did not met anyone, I guess. Tate did invite me to go out with some of his friends but it just seemed too troublesome.

That day I went home I bit sooner that the usual, so I thought the woman would not be on the window, but there she was, looking bored as always. The difference this day is that she looked down the moment I was passing by and our eyes met, so I waved. Now, there was no special reason for that, I just felt like it for some reason. Since I had been seeing her for so long, it felt like we were acquaintances, so it just seemed so natural to wave at her and that is what I did. For my surprise, she gave a faint smile and waved back, then she went back at staring the street with a bored face. A sudden strike of happiness got to me after seeing her waving at me, seeing her noticing me. And at the same time, an angst, for she had saw me and all she gave me was that faint smile, like I did not deserve something better.

But life goes on and I changed my way back home, after that day I started to feel something strange about that girl, it was like I was obsessed with her, it was like a curse. The other day, when I got to class, Tate was talking about a movie he had seen and how great it was and how I should totally watch it. I got the movie name and that was it, someday I could watch it. That week all Tate talked about was that damn movie and how great it was, he was planning on watching it again with some friends. It was a horror movie, I just thought it would be like any other horror movie with all the cliches, so I did not pay much attention to it.

At the end of that week, Tate invited me to watch that movie at his house with his friends. Since I had been kind of sad about all this girl stuff, I accepted the invite. It was so dumb me. The night came and I went to his house, there were three other people, a brown haired girl who seemed older than the others, a blond guy who told a lot of jokes and another girl with short black hair and some stylish clothes, she seemed to be quite rich. I started wondering where Tate met them and how did they become friends, none of them had anything to do with the others, but they seemed to get along. We made some popcorn and sat on the couches to watch the movie.

It started as any other horror movie, an old house with a big family that tragically died in there, so some years passed and a new family with a child and a dog went to live there, the dog would bark all night and the child would say she was seeing some strange people in the house, but the parents would not believe it, so the movie went on, they got rid of the dog and the child grew up and ended up in a mental hospital. Two days after the girl was hospitalized, her parents were found dead in the house. After some years, the doctors decided she could leave the hospital, so she went back home and every evening, around the time her parents died, she would go to their room on the second floor and sit at the window looking at the street below. And all that situation made me really anxious, because I was remembering the girl on the window the other day, until the camera turned to the window from the street point of view, and not just the house, but also the girl looked the same. Everything looked the same. I asked “was it shot here?” and when I looked at the others, there was no others, I was at my house, alone.  

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