GridcosmLevel 451 of 4696
Started on Dec 01, 1999.
Completed on Dec 02, 1999.
Grid poemThe bulb ran away with Teddy Dangle in a cell with a drunk called butterscotch combustible, a cadet from who knows yet with an quickauld eel fer a collar, but wearing that famous cream cheese Sunday to mouse out the house in the slices of automatic silence. see it at GATT.org. What... a good boyee am er are we. To stay afloat in this vortical parade, you need air from sea to shining sea and believe you two from here to the crusty wand of mudknee the golden gator wrangler that his chrome gnome helper got fancy things making a holy home in your tail. So get latching down Mickey Mouse revolvers like licky louse watchwork is just part of life in the fat land.
Getting aroundTo navigate, click the outer edges of the grid to zoom-out (up one level). Click the center of the grid to zoom-in (down one level). Would you prefer to jump to a random level? You might also enjoy the animated viewer, with which you can watch Gridcosm levels fly by. Disoriented? Read more about the Gridcosm collaborative art project.
AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)