Gridcosm
Level 1286 of 4717Started on Nov 13, 2002.
Completed on Nov 14, 2002.
Artist matrix
Grid poem
It was a lovely evening under the Milka moon when Billy Beretta was off to St. Peter's soon to see the little Gianna milk! milk! rectangles! " he began to scream. We all knew the truth. Though he hated to admit it, he was self wig but even more than wig, he doubted his recollections of the hair prarie home freakout. Creepy and the inevitable gaff that broke his face forever.Getting around
To 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.Administrivia
This 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.)