|These here are my many works on the road to becoming a Graphixs Artist and Game Designer. Take a peek. . . IF YOU DARE!! YARRR!|
Peeling a Potato-Shaped YouI picked you up from a gutter in radioactive Russia. Somehow, you had fallen out of the body-bag you were carried in, and I nearly kicked you further into the muck. I heard your pleas though, begging for my hands to pick you up. They ate a hole in the fabric and sent you rolling before my feet. In normal circumstances, that would never happen, but there is nothing normal about a world covered in grief.Peeling a Potato-Shaped You by julietcaesar
You were a real piece of work. It's got to be expected after all, in these parts, but you were still fascinating all the same. For instance, you were covered in that signature brown dirt. Most of the time, it was brushed neatly before you were zipped up. But you'd been out too long in the open and it showed. Reptilian shoots punched through your skin and waved like a many-armed grotesque plant. They looked like bleached coral that decided to grow out of your flesh rather than in the nutrient-rich sea. As I ran my fingers over your suppurating sores, I wondered why I picked up the sort of
|My many favorites over the years. Enjoy the show!|
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Current Residence: Hell. . .and I see too much of it. . .
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL: Cuz the big things shrink!
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Rock, Techno
Favourite style of art: Hentai :3 And Models!
Operating System: Soon to be W7
MP3 player of choice: PSP, cuz it damned near does EVERYTHING!
Shell of choice: Inferno Bolt
Skin of choice: Flesh!
Personal Quote: 'Only those who fight stand a chance to see tommorrow.'