Sega had a contest last month. It was just “draw some fanart of Sonic CD that may or may not include Metal Sonic.”
My hubby urged me to enter, but I expected the competition to be something fierce. I mean, there’s some serious heavyweights in the Sonic art community. I expected anything I’d cobble together to get curbstomped by something like this.
Instead, we got
entries winners like this.
So much of it looked like traced clipart. (You can look at the other entries here and see if I’m exaggerating.) I mean, there’s a few outstanding pieces in there. But, gee, I was disappointed. I should have submitted something.
So I scribbled out a rough idea of what I might have entered.
Kind of boring composition, but I like Sonic’s and Mecha’s poses. Make Sonic look like he’s running for his life, and Mecha look like he’ll disembowel Sonic if he catches him. (Seriously, as many times as I died on that dang level …)
As I drew this, I realized that I’m still badly addicted to Sonic the Hedgehog. I love these characters. I love their worlds and their stories. As I was looking through the entries to the contest, I was remembering the time travel and all of my made-up lore about the Time Stones. It got me thinking of my fanfic adapt of that game and how Mecha messed Sonic up pretty bad by the end of the race. (Gee, now there’s an editing exercise … cleaning up one of THOSE old monstrosities.)
You know when J.K. Rowling wrote that little 800 word story with James and Sirius getting chased by the cops, and she said that writing it was like a drunk going back to drink? I’m the same way with the Sonic world.