Bonus Reward Art: Mariopocalypse Peach
Added 2019-02-04 05:01:11 +0000 UTC
With the delays on the other art, I decided to pick up a commission sale for a quick piece. Harley and the orc dates are on the way, so dropping in Mariopocalypse Peach as a frequent runner up.
Art done by this here artist, and an clean version of the pic attached to the post
Under the hot, angry sun, Mario is missing. The guardian of the Mushroom Kingdom had stopped one threat after another, keeping countless evils at bay. What he never could have expected was all of them at once. By unimaginable coincidence, numerous threats had come to bear on the land all at once. Bowser had obtained the Star Rod while Smithy plunged from the sky. Wart manifested himself from the dream world through dark magic while King Boo rallied his army of the undead. With danger in every direction, the hero finally fell, and the kingdom with it.
In what seemed like some mystical act of spite, the conquering forces butted heads over the territory. The tyrants drove themselves into disarray, soon reduced to mere shells of the forces they once wielded. Now just a few proper cities remained; kingdoms made too big a target, and more people lived by scavenging or service to one of the various lords in power. It was the way you lived now. In the Mushroom Wasteland, you took your chances alone or you risked being backstabbed and left in the lifelessly staring sand dunes.
A solitary woman, one of the few humans left in the world, parked her repurposed go-kart on one of said dunes to check on her map. She eyed the Choco Mountains and compared it to the direction of the scowling sun. She checked the clouds to make sure there were no Lakitus steering them, ready to bombard anyone they could find with loot worth stealing. Pink had been at this for a long time now. She knew what she had to do to survive. She lazily noted the airship off in the distance, bearing the dreaded flag of a Bowser skull to show it was under the command of Bowser himself, or at least one of his toadies or twisted bastard children. She barely bothered to sigh at the sight at this point. Things had changed. She had changed. At least the scaly bastard was willing to stay up in his boat, taking tribute through his goons.
That was when a new player entered the equation. A vertical beam of light caught her eye, making Pink lift her goggles to replaced them with her binoculars instead. She wondered if it was some kind of magikoopa attack or some of the shyguy cultists doing their odd rituals, but instead, there was an explosion. The beam stopped as it kicked out a burst of sand, Pink quick to replace her goggles and duck behind her kart for some quick shelter. She pulled down her helmet and tugged her jacket tight around her racing bodysuit, making her dirty blonde ponytail stick out behind her. When the shockwave stopped, she peered out carefully. There was a crater where she saw the beam touch down, but no signs of debris. It wasn't an easy scavenge, but there had to be something there. Unearthed minerals or maybe a dead dino rhino. She could use some actual meat for once.
