Flux wrong

by fofr

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"Ash stands tall, his battle-hardened frame radiating a mix of determination and dark humor. His right arm ends abruptly at the wrist, replaced by a menacing, black-powdered chainsaw, its gleaming metal teeth ready to rip through demonic flesh at a moment's notice. The saw, once a gruesome relic of an apocalyptic battle, has been reimagined as a gritty prosthesis, a testament to Ash's unbreakable spirit. In his left hand, Ash grips his signature Boomstick, the worn wood and gleaming metal a testament to countless battles fought and won. The shotgun seems an extension of his arm, a loyal companion that has seen him through hordes of the undead and supernatural abominations. Ash's posture exudes a sense of coiled tension, as if at any moment he might unleash a whirlwind of carnage upon his foes. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, gleam with a fierce intensity, a window into the depths of his unyielding resolve. A few days' worth of stubble adorns his jawline, a subtle reminder of the harsh realities he faces in his endless war against the forces of darkness. As Ash readies himself for the next brutal encounter, the chainsaw at his wrist and the Boomstick in hand, he embodies the perfect blend of brawn, bravado, and dark humor. He is a force of nature, a hero born from the ashes of the apocalypse, ready to face whatever unspeakable horrors the night may bring." Photo-real subjects, meticulously hand colored with rich oil pastels, award worthy attention to detail, impressive use of shadow and light.Title:"Unleashed specter of the city street," Her big, pleading eyes, a silent, desperate greet, Wandering aimless, lost in a world that doesn't care, A touch of kindness is what you seek, so fair. In the heartless labyrinth of concrete and steel, Where once a warm home did your spirit appeal. Now a ghostly figure, haunting the urban sea, Your plight reflected in the mirror of my soul's decree. The weight of the world presses down on your defeated tread, While I, a witness, am left with a heavy heart, led By the memory of those big, haunting eyes, A testament to the pain that never dies. In your steadfast gaze, a story unfolds, Of a bond lost, and a future untold. Our silent kinship, a shared, solemn defeat, Where hope and sorrow forever meet.City DogDarth Vader BowieA comedic reinterpretation of A spooky horse-drawn carriage with wrong weird-eyed stallions, guided by a skeletal scenario.