I was born in the year 20XX and sent back into the past via space capsule to prevent Judgement Day. I think they sent me back too early, because nothing is really happening yet. So, until I get the call, I'm usually just sitting around, readin' comics, playin' videogames, and drawrin' pictures.
- To get the power-up and save the princess. Will settle for steady job with decent healthcare plan.
So the guy who lives above me has Monday night football parties or something every week. Bunch of people come over, they get drunk. Whatevs. I can dig. Best part? Entire night is now punctuated by random "WOOOOOOOOS". It's like Ric Flair is living above me.
Basically I set out to draw a unicorn, because I never have. And I thought it would be funny. Then I discovered that I didn't care about horses, so I made my own unicorn. He turned out ugly. I prefer this particular kind of unicorn to your standard equestrian storebrand variety.
Some days just suck. When those days come around, the best thing to do is to bleed it out. I chose to do so on the page. Instant therapy.
That's it for now. Sounds like Ric Flair has settled down. Apparently enough alcohol consumption can put the figure-4 leg lock on just about anybody.
Oh, by the way, Assassins Creed II is really fun, and a vast improvement over the first one. It's even better if you run around yelling "I'm the Goddamn Renaissance Batman" while punching bards and using civilians to cushion misjudged jumps. Just a heads up, there.