Ithilorn the woodland elf and two very confused Grocks have found themselves far from home—and even further from understanding modern human customs. After being mysteriously zapped into our world, they’ve discovered many strange things: glowing boxes that hum, metal chariots that scream down roads… and a tiny roadside shrine known as a gas station.
Inside awaits their current dilemma: snacks. Glorious, colorful, crinkly snacks.
Unfortunately, none of them has “money,” and their attempts to barter with gemstones, forest herbs, and a slightly cursed dagger have been politely—but firmly—rejected. So now, under the flickering fluorescent lights and the judgmental gaze of a cashier who has seen too much, they resort to the most sacred human ritual they’ve witnessed:
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
The stakes? Whoever loses has to “figure out how to pay.”
This sculpt was created in ZBrush, exploring stylized anatomy and character contrast:
The stout, expressive elf mid-gesture, fully committed to the ritual
A disciplined, battle-hardened orc observing with intensity (and possibly overthinking the strategy)
A more aggressive orc, ready to throw hands—literally and figuratively
I wanted to capture a moment that feels both epic and completely ridiculous—a clash of fantasy archetypes reduced to solving a very human, very mundane problem.
Because even across worlds… nobody wants to be the one stuck paying for snacks.