This is it. Clocks stand still. Life lost its rhythm ten minutes after midnight and you are the very last of us, overlooking this toxic playground, this aftermath of your masters. Avoid breathing, little boy.
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This is my entry for the "CGChallenge XXVII - TEN" at cgsociety.org.
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In the words of Mr. Walter White, lord of the blue-meth-kingdom: I WON.............THE PRICE FOR THE BEST LANDSCAPE IN THE CGChallenge XXVII - TEN at cgsociety.org! BOOYA!