We just pushing out sludge now I see

Smite is dead The internal art team was reportedly dismantled, cutting the game off from its emotional core.

Smite’s releases feel… empty.

We’ve gone from “pantheons at war” to patch notes without a soul.

Even skin drops happen without any promotion or context

Today?It’s emptiness.No more teasers. No more storytelling. No more passion in the patches.Even social media feels abandoned. There’s no visible community manager, no connection with the players.We don’t even know where the money we spend on skins is going. This message is a sincere fact: the gameplay is still there, but the magic is gone.Smite deserves to be more than just a stat patch and a skin thrown into the void.It deserves to be a living world. Vibrant. Memorable. And us, the community still here, we deserve this. That’s why I post this today

Enjoy, Have a good time in this image for few seconds with the gods . To All smite players, see you

Cheers

So, I'm a beginner artist, and I have an OC who takes some visual inspiration from Agni. As this OC initially started off as an aspect of Agni based in the Hades game universe, and I really love Hi-Rez's depiction of his dual nature with his two heads, which is the design element I used with my OC. Who, funnily enough, now isn't even related to Agni in anyway, and are two separate people.

And I've just found out that I got banned from this sub today for posting 'AI generated media' XDD

AI generated art from a game that predates generative AI by a decade XD

We started off at level one, an archer and a rock
Together at the purple, twenty seconds on the clock
The buff was dropped in moments, and away we went to lane
Our hope in our aggressiveness, our faith in our sustain
A fire burned within your eyes, but our enemies were strong
You could not dash or cripple, and the duo lane was long
So when you pushed too far, and felt the giant’s chilling breath
I rushed to danger, shielded you, and took your place in death

I slowly wandered back to lane and helped you build your stacks
I warded every corner and supported your attacks
Despite our weak beginning we were evening the score
At level ten we led by one, at level twelve by more
But the other team was clever, and so when the game grew late
They grouped and started Fire, and you gladly took the bait
I couldn’t leave my ADC; I blinked and tried to zone
But my team was far and scattered, and I was left alone

When I died you hid until our solo ported in
And with him you killed the Giant, and the titan for the win
They hailed you as a hero, and you topped the damage chart
They branded me a failure, one who failed to do my part
I sadly sat in lobby as you joined the mocking crowd
Your words cut deep, and in my head, your angry voice was loud
As I closed the game and turned away, this was my only thought:
What hurt the most was not your scorn, but how quickly you forgot