I'm a comic artist... obviously. I'm a video gamer overall, but mostly Nintendo. I'll be loyal to the end. I have a hate/love relationship with my art, in that I want to have sex with it on some days and burn it to a crisp on others. I'm really not sure what I'll throw onto this site, but if it's approved of enough by you people, I'll keep it up. Most of my stuff is on my DA account right now though, so look there if you wanna see more. And uh... I guess that's it. Any questions you got, just ask. I don't mind... I don't think. Hmmm, lemme get back to you on that.
My favorite...
Video Game Console: 3DS!
Band: My Chemical Romance / The Used
Medium: Deh inks
Clothing: Bummish (hoodie, fingerless gloves, hat, jeans, and shoes)
Web Comics: Hi-Def Exodus, Insta-Dinner, My Life With Fel, Minor Acts of Heroism, Chimneyspeak
Lifestyle: Calm on the outside, manic on the inside
Quote: "Unorthodox art is the best art."
Holiday: My birthday
Artist: Jhonen Vasquez / Alex Pardee
DB: "Hey Fruitloop... do you uh... do you wanna tag al-"
FL: "OH BOY DO I! HOLD ON LET ME EMPTY OUT MY STOMACH SO I CAN SWALLOW ALL OF YOUR-"
DB: "Haha oh boy neverfuckingmind, I redact the fuck outta that invitation. In fact, I'm gonna invite the cops instead! To your house! How fun will that be! Shit haha, so much fun!"
FL: "You see, the crushing economic situation is very disconcerting to me. As well as the rising levels of drug abuse and violence, I feel that society is rapidly decl-"
Girls: "Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up for a second *snorts an 8-ball and a ground up eraser* gyaaAAAAAAAAAAHFUCKINSHITYEAHSORRYWHATWEREYOUSAYINGFOOTLOOSE!?"
Ariel: You poor fool. There are only a small collection of mortals I fear. And she is not one of them, for she is not mortal. She is a husk, harboring the reverent spirit of the darker king of the unknown. She is, in layman's terms, a boss-ass bitch. And what's the one thing you don't do to boss-ass bitches?
Then, driven by the power of love, he razes a country and kills millions in the name of Downbeat. Cities burn, rivers flow with blood, and hands are thrown to the sky in prayer for some, if any, salvation.
Here's your motivation: if they catch us they'll FLAY US AND BURN US ON CROSSES OF LAYAWAY SIGNS! AND IN THE BLACKENED HEAVEN OF THE AFTERLIFE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOUR VERY SOULS ASUNDER!!
I do say, those chaps are stealing our sacrifice. But perhaps they are unaware of their transgressions. I will let them know politely and request they return her. "Ahem... YO FUCKBUCKETS! YOU (Bad word) BETTER GIVE THAT BITCH BACK TO US OR THERE GON BE SHIT GOIN DOWN YA HEAR ME!? YA HEAR ME YA (Mike stop that's a bad word)!?"