Absolutely stellar work from Kyle, can’t imagine the amount of work that went into 200+ icons. Here’s his rendition of my character, Guppie, a piece I’m gonna treasure forever.
Spent the entirety of the last two weeks pretending I was Anthony Bourdain
Here is a link to the full compilation and a retrospective at the end:
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#OVER/UNDER
Here's my ludicrously long blogpost about #over/under, and what it's like to run an imaginary bookshop in space. open.substack.com/pub/calumnm/...
This is a fantastic blogpost, when I heard you posted I rushed to read it! Mister Eyes’ bookshop was probs one of my fave locations in the game, your roleplaying is what stood out to me so much, I was SO SAD when he died 😭 I loved reading his story.
Promotional poster for the VR Horse Races. Race, bet, win!
Scrolling GIF graphic for VR Horse Racing. Race, bet, win!
Two pieces for the VR derby in #over/under 🐎☀️ probably one my favorite GIF graphic from the past month!
my final farewell to #OVER/UNDER 💛 injectorseat.wordpress.com/2025/11/10/m...
🥺 thank you!!!!!!
Kingus Kongus poster, a scifi king kong parody that is styled like an old Godzilla poster.
Kingus Kongus Part Two: Elecyric Boogaloo poster, a scifi king kong parody that is styled like an old Godzilla poster.
Some movie posters for the Old Drydock Theater on #over/under 😈 probably my favorite set of posters to come out of the server, I’ve always wanted to make movie posters, and I think old Godzilla posters were the perfect inspo
AHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHH 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 guppie’s 5ever 🥲🫡
Illustration of a Ramen shop in a sci-fi setting.
Aaaannd here comes another illustration. And yes, it’s #over/under. Here’s to Guppie’s Good Eats, I loved all the conversations and story moments shared here.
some more #over/under posters! this time for the solympic games, had a blast doing them, the original order was for one poster but i had to make another
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And this is where every twisting corridor of the dream ends: the city core hits me like a hangover that never really ended. Everything’s too bright and too dark at the same time: holo-ads bleeding through clouds of coolant steam, promising pleasure, relief, and escape in six-second loops nobody’s really watching anymore. I can feel the hum of the station beneath my boots, like a tired animal breathing slow, or maybe it’s the low rumble of the fighting league. It’s all stacked metal and patched wiring here; architecture built by a committee of welders and dreamers who never spoke the same language. Probably several committees.
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Down on the streets I watch a drunk token miner yell at a vending machine that won’t take their credits. Somewhere above, a train rattles the ceiling as it leaves for a better, safer block that’s probably equally as tenuous. It’s loud, dirty, alive, and, in its own broken way, honest. You can’t gentrify vacuum, as much as this station tries. Holographic ads hawk enigmatic augmentations, political slogans that go out of date in an hour, or a good time of the sapphic variety. Smashing. that explains why the air tastes of android coolant. There’s the ever present hint of politics and commerce everywhere, inside the market, outside on the street; anyone not selling something seems to be planning, kneeling or squatting against walls, on the floor, in the street, whispering information or shouting it. This looked exactly like the Prospero Dreams of my fevered imaginings: dead drops, brush contacts, burst transmissions, betrayals.
When I finally leave the market, the blocks are dark, and I pass a few buildings lit by flickering electric light. Broom closet-sized alleyway stores and restaurants serving mysterious narcotics and hot meals for a few credits, flickering LEDs barely revealing the silhouettes of seated figures reading bratva literature. There are cryptic …](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:wda5bmzr3db5dwkc4m2vm46k/bafkreifhtg2noex4lf3t62yjz3jn3s7kcxnoclijlgnvrji7nhdxg3qhga)
[Image of stylized Anthony Boudain in front of a magenta cyberpunk background] And this is where every twisting corridor of the dream ends: the city core hits me like a hangover that never really ended. Everything’s too bright and too dark at the same time: holo-ads bleeding through clouds of coolant steam, promising pleasure, relief, and escape in six-second loops nobody’s really watching anymore. I can feel the hum of the station beneath my boots, like a tired animal breathing slow, or maybe it’s the low rumble of the fighting league. It’s all stacked metal and patched wiring here; architecture built by a committee of welders and dreamers who never spoke the same language. Probably several committees. Image Down on the streets I watch a drunk token miner yell at a vending machine that won’t take their credits. Somewhere above, a train rattles the ceiling as it leaves for a better, safer block that’s probably equally as tenuous. It’s loud, dirty, alive, and, in its own broken way, honest. You can’t gentrify vacuum, as much as this station tries. Holographic ads hawk enigmatic augmentations, political slogans that go out of date in an hour, or a good time of the sapphic variety. Smashing. that explains why the air tastes of android coolant. There’s the ever present hint of politics and commerce everywhere, inside the market, outside on the street; anyone not selling something seems to be planning, kneeling or squatting against walls, on the floor, in the street, whispering information or shouting it. This looked exactly like the Prospero Dreams of my fevered imaginings: dead drops, brush contacts, burst transmissions, betrayals. When I finally leave the market, the blocks are dark, and I pass a few buildings lit by flickering electric light. Broom closet-sized alleyway stores and restaurants serving mysterious narcotics and hot meals for a few credits, flickering LEDs barely revealing the silhouettes of seated figures reading bratva literature. There are cryptic …
There is someone roleplaying as Anthony Bourdain in #OVER/UNDER, just going around doing monologues in the various public spaces, and it's truly.... so good.
Converted garage for “Code Breakers Club”
Stairwell with vending machines
Stairs that lead to a wet room.
Bookshop at the end of an alley
The #over/under fever has been possessing me, it will only break once I’ve mapped the entire station I think, or I explode…anyways heres my latest batch of pieces. 🫡
OMG HELLO you’re paige’s player!! im so glad you enjoy them, I was really flattered when you said you wanted to run them in laux news. an honor!!
some posters i made for #over/under ! it’s been a blast putting my work up on the dream ✨
