Hey I've decided to step away from making graphics for a while and do some other,
This short poem is a description of a small game I will be making off to the side called Project Z-E-R-O which will use no extra scripting or graphics or anything else on ace. This game is about an ancient being named ZERO who has the power to reset the world back to its original state of nature, with life besides animals and plants being the only things around. There is a group trying to find and use ZERO as a weapon for that is what they think he is: a weapon; however a man in the organization fills what they are doing is wrong, so he he finds ZERO first and awakens him to try to save him. but because of this event the temple they are in collapses almost everyone is dead but Zero wakes u[ with no memory and must find he past and blah blah blah.
Ok time for the poem its kind of short but her is my first attempt at one of these.Oh yah Zero is the white haired dude from the evil rtp.
Through the perils he shall wait
For the world to find its fate
With his hair as wait as snow
His heart is worth more than gold
For the wind shall for ever blow
Thus his story shall be told
And as the sky turns to geo
The world shall then reset to zero