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Those were the first words he said to me.
It took me a while to notice the pile of corpses on his left, despite the stench of blood; probably because i was too busy trying not to piss in my pants while every single DAMN bone in my body was telling me I WAS FUCKING SCREWED.
That monster just slaughtered the whole crew -not that i really minded because those douchebags were planning to sell me as a slave anyway- and i had no idea of who he was, but i was pretty sure of one thing: he was 2 meters away from me and my situation would NOT get any better.
Dammit, and i thought it was my lucky day, that i would have escaped smoothly.
He stared at me for a while, with that crazy smile. I couldn't run. Any path or attempt i imagined was immediately leading to a clean virtual kill. Slicing my throat. Stabbing me in the back with his crystal-shard-thing knife...not a single fucking opening.
What kind of joke is that?
What can i do? What can i do?
"Hoho, great perception! So i guess it's true, what they say about Earthlings!"
His voice was just as crazy as how he looked. I stopped breathing for a second. What did he just said? How did he know i was an Earthling?
Does it mean we're not on Earth any more?
Was it because of that the others wanted to sell me as a slave?
What the fuck is going on.
God. I'm so scared.
"Ok, stop taking a shit in your pants kiddo, you're coming on board with me. I actually feel bored these days, i need an apprentice." he said to me, with that huge grin, tearing his face in two.
"Stop shaking and grab that sword correctly if you don't wanna die. it's yours now, they're all dead 'nyway."
I paused for a second. I kept looking at him in the eyes: it would have been crazy to even think about stopping for a tenth of a second.
I was slowly regaining my composure; there was something terrifying about him, yet i knew he was saying the truth. I wanted to believe in him.
"HURRY YOU DICKHEAD !!"
Or maybe it was because i had no choice really. Whatever.
That guy was called Stark. Probably the most amazing and crazy douchebag i ever met.
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Quick thing i drew yesterday, i'm kind of tired of drawing dongs and cute lil' characters...that's not my style at all.
I like rough sketches, twisted positions, messy things.
I'm gonna do more of that.
I have plenty ideas for books/movies/video games but i guess i was too lazy to start writing properly. Plus i got enough hobbies and things i'm already supposed to do i guess.
And my english is baaaaaaaaaaaad compared to my french xP
I need more vocabulary to come with something decent.
Nobody will read that text anyway, and the pic will get 30 views MAX ;D
It took me a while to notice the pile of corpses on his left, despite the stench of blood; probably because i was too busy trying not to piss in my pants while every single DAMN bone in my body was telling me I WAS FUCKING SCREWED.
That monster just slaughtered the whole crew -not that i really minded because those douchebags were planning to sell me as a slave anyway- and i had no idea of who he was, but i was pretty sure of one thing: he was 2 meters away from me and my situation would NOT get any better.
Dammit, and i thought it was my lucky day, that i would have escaped smoothly.
He stared at me for a while, with that crazy smile. I couldn't run. Any path or attempt i imagined was immediately leading to a clean virtual kill. Slicing my throat. Stabbing me in the back with his crystal-shard-thing knife...not a single fucking opening.
What kind of joke is that?
What can i do? What can i do?
"Hoho, great perception! So i guess it's true, what they say about Earthlings!"
His voice was just as crazy as how he looked. I stopped breathing for a second. What did he just said? How did he know i was an Earthling?
Does it mean we're not on Earth any more?
Was it because of that the others wanted to sell me as a slave?
What the fuck is going on.
God. I'm so scared.
"Ok, stop taking a shit in your pants kiddo, you're coming on board with me. I actually feel bored these days, i need an apprentice." he said to me, with that huge grin, tearing his face in two.
"Stop shaking and grab that sword correctly if you don't wanna die. it's yours now, they're all dead 'nyway."
I paused for a second. I kept looking at him in the eyes: it would have been crazy to even think about stopping for a tenth of a second.
I was slowly regaining my composure; there was something terrifying about him, yet i knew he was saying the truth. I wanted to believe in him.
"HURRY YOU DICKHEAD !!"
Or maybe it was because i had no choice really. Whatever.
That guy was called Stark. Probably the most amazing and crazy douchebag i ever met.
==========
Quick thing i drew yesterday, i'm kind of tired of drawing dongs and cute lil' characters...that's not my style at all.
I like rough sketches, twisted positions, messy things.
I'm gonna do more of that.
I have plenty ideas for books/movies/video games but i guess i was too lazy to start writing properly. Plus i got enough hobbies and things i'm already supposed to do i guess.
And my english is baaaaaaaaaaaad compared to my french xP
I need more vocabulary to come with something decent.
Nobody will read that text anyway, and the pic will get 30 views MAX ;D
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Species Wolf
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Oui j'ai tjs pas étudié la science qui vient derrière, je corrige beaucoup à l'instinct, en "me regardant".
Là le but du jeu c'était de pas trop changer le sketch original, fait plus ou moins sur un coup de tête; je voulais pas trop dénaturer ce que j'avais fait. Mais effectivement j'ai failli prendre une photo de moi meme pour corriger le bras avant et voir l'angle formé par la perspective torse / jambes...
Enfin bon, c'est ça aussi le plaisir du sketch, on y va un coup, on se lâche, et quand ca plait à l'oeil, on se pose pas trop de questions!
je tombe trop facilement dans une pseudo-spirale de la perfection ou je refais toutes les lignes au zoom etc etc pour au final passer énormément de temps sur quelque chose....devenu très artificiel.
Là le but du jeu c'était de pas trop changer le sketch original, fait plus ou moins sur un coup de tête; je voulais pas trop dénaturer ce que j'avais fait. Mais effectivement j'ai failli prendre une photo de moi meme pour corriger le bras avant et voir l'angle formé par la perspective torse / jambes...
Enfin bon, c'est ça aussi le plaisir du sketch, on y va un coup, on se lâche, et quand ca plait à l'oeil, on se pose pas trop de questions!
je tombe trop facilement dans une pseudo-spirale de la perfection ou je refais toutes les lignes au zoom etc etc pour au final passer énormément de temps sur quelque chose....devenu très artificiel.
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