A comic about scissors.
I don’t like ice cream. People get all shocked and are like “but that’s the point!”
I KNOW THAT IS THE POINT. THAT IS WHY I DON’T LIKE IT.
Hey I actually got around to making a comic the right shape for Tumblr.
People are still re-blogging my Outlast pixel fanart from time to time. I’m surprised the passage of time hasn’t buried it completely.
New comic for your face and eyeballs.
Today’s comic has a new sprite, so yay.
Okay, normally I don’t do this sort of thing, but I’m in a rather unpleasant corner at the moment, soooooo…
I’m opening up some commissions for art in an effort to get money so I don’t get kicked out of my house. The goal as of posting is $250 by the 1st of October.
Not the best situation to be in.
I’ll draw just about anything to the best of my abilities, excluding anything NSFW, and will deliver it as soon as possible.
Slots are unlimited. You will be notified about your place in the queue. Payment is through PayPal and is required upfront. I will give the info needed privately once we confirm just what you want.
I appreciate any help with this, be it an order or just spreading the word.
I awoke to the sound of The Rumble. It struck me as odd that I found the sound familiar, it was slow and deep – like a never ending echo of a thunder-strike. The alarm then buzzed, 7:05am. I had set it early because today was the day where I’d get work done. Finally crack down on this writer’s block.
Something was preventing me from writing. I knew what words I wanted to use and I put them down, but they were never good enough. For whatever reason I ended up undoing most of my work. I didn’t feel like I had made any progress for weeks, though I had convinced myself that I had.
Work doesn’t count if it’s in your head, William. The words of my fiancee echoed in my head.
I pulled myself out of bed, quietly to avoid waking the sleeper beside me. The view from outside the window was grey, I lived from the outskirts of a small town. Houses were dotted about here and there along the road.
A raindrop slid down the window, and if the grey sky was any indication more would follow. My throat felt sore, it usually does after a late night. Dunno why. A drink of cola would have to follow down my cereal. It may sound weird, but I’d always sworn by it. Cola really did sooth my sore throats.
I slipped on my super-hero franchise gown, because I’m basically a big kid, and headed downstairs. I wasn’t doing bad for my age; late twenties, own house, not really any money issues. My first novel was a surprising hit, my second had yet to get out of the first chapter.
Any second now. The words will be flowing.
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haha guys funny pictures haha
“don’t be shy” thanks u cured me
” Why are you obsessed with video games? They don’t have any deep plot, meaning, or interesting characters. Books do.”
I will pay good money for art of this guy blushing and acting embarassed
- I FUCKING HATE PETA!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT GUYS!!!
So for those of you may or may not know the organization PETA is people...
lets play a game called “where the fuck is the next button in this...
Apparently people are complaining the new God of War is too violent?
I uh… don’t know what they were expecting.