Caught in Cartoon Motion
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Last published Mon, Jul 14, 2014
Have you ever created something? Either a fantasy of the mind, a character while drawing, or an unknown creature? Now take that creation and put it into 3D form. Make it real, so real that you can touch it. What's the result? Was it terrifying? Did you regret this creation after it took form? When comic book character, Desiree, is forced into a unhappy ending, she takes matters into her own hands and escapes her comic book to find her happy ending in the 3D world. But her creator, Darrick Cross, a struggling comic book artist, might have different plans for her, that does not include a happy ending.
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