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My original entry for the Radical Racer OCC, before I found that only JPG and PNGs where allowed, so I had to slight adjust my entry XD, you can check the Contest-able version here: www.deviantart.com/elgenso/art… , The original idea behind this piece was a mad max/old west like setting with a machine made from scrapyard parts put together driven by a noble like figure who almost appears alien to this post apocalyptic setting as a way to give a contrasting imagery.

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After I decided on the overall idea an had a concept already in mind, I wanted to represent solitude on this work, just a girl and her machine alone on this vast deserted nobody’s land, then I expanded on it:

Tired of being alone on this desolate land, this unnamed girl decides to proclaim herself the princess of this heslcape, even if there is no one to serve or oppose her, a decision made just to give some purpose, as to what she perceives as, her meaningless life.
"If no one gonna come to this forgotten place, if nobody's gonna come after me, then I will make al of this, all of it, mine! MINE! My land, where I rule for myself.", as much as she knows she is safer in this forgotten place than outside of it, she still wants someone, or rather anyone, to keep her company, what would happen if she manages to injury herself badly on the desert and is unable to return to her base? But she knows that going too far away in search of a human settlement or something is far more dangerous than secluding herself here. "It's only a matter of being really cautious!", she mutter to herself.

Days and weeks pass by, and as always she's using the machine who once belonged to her family, when she had one, to help her search for food and gather materials from pieces of equipment left to rust on the scalding desert as their previous owners who tried to venture into this wasteland lost their lives in the scorching sun, on one of these days, when she was busy foraging for food and materials alongside her trusty helper, at least in her opinion, Mr. co-pilot, a stuffed bunny she received from her mother in the past, the radio on the car picks a signal, this time it was not music, whether forecast or news on the current situation about the radioactive fallout neither the annual zombies migration - keep safe announcement. It was a publicity, one about a weird race that was gonna happen in this desert in some months, one offering amazing prizes for the winners, prizes that can change her entire life.

She decides to upgrade her car, the only tool she has to survive, in the hopes of winning this race, if she fails it can mean the end of the line for her, but if she wins...

“I know you can do it...” She thinks while leaning on her machine, her only companion, on a arid sunset before packing her belongings and marching towards the unknown, towards an opportunity of a better future for herself, or maybe her damnation. "It's only a matter of being really cautious!", she mutter to herself, leaving her old home behind.

Description
My original entry for the Radical Racer OCC, before I found that only JPG and PNGs where allowed, so I had to slight adjust my entry XD, you can check the Contest-able version here: www.deviantart.com/elgenso/art… , The original idea behind this piece was a mad max/old west like setting with a machine made from scrapyard parts put together driven by a noble like figure who almost appears alien to this post apocalyptic setting as a way to give a contrasting imagery.

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After I decided on the overall idea an had a concept already in mind, I wanted to represent solitude on this work, just a girl and her machine alone on this vast deserted nobody’s land, then I expanded on it:

Tired of being alone on this desolate land, this unnamed girl decides to proclaim herself the princess of this heslcape, even if there is no one to serve or oppose her, a decision made just to give some purpose, as to what she perceives as, her meaningless life.
"If no one gonna come to this forgotten place, if nobody's gonna come after me, then I will make al of this, all of it, mine! MINE! My land, where I rule for myself.", as much as she knows she is safer in this forgotten place than outside of it, she still wants someone, or rather anyone, to keep her company, what would happen if she manages to injury herself badly on the desert and is unable to return to her base? But she knows that going too far away in search of a human settlement or something is far more dangerous than secluding herself here. "It's only a matter of being really cautious!", she mutter to herself.

Days and weeks pass by, and as always she's using the machine who once belonged to her family, when she had one, to help her search for food and gather materials from pieces of equipment left to rust on the scalding desert as their previous owners who tried to venture into this wasteland lost their lives in the scorching sun, on one of these days, when she was busy foraging for food and materials alongside her trusty helper, at least in her opinion, Mr. co-pilot, a stuffed bunny she received from her mother in the past, the radio on the car picks a signal, this time it was not music, whether forecast or news on the current situation about the radioactive fallout neither the annual zombies migration - keep safe announcement. It was a publicity, one about a weird race that was gonna happen in this desert in some months, one offering amazing prizes for the winners, prizes that can change her entire life.

She decides to upgrade her car, the only tool she has to survive, in the hopes of winning this race, if she fails it can mean the end of the line for her, but if she wins...

“I know you can do it...” She thinks while leaning on her machine, her only companion, on a arid sunset before packing her belongings and marching towards the unknown, towards an opportunity of a better future for herself, or maybe her damnation. "It's only a matter of being really cautious!", she mutter to herself, leaving her old home behind.