thepoweroflogic

I've come across an interesting dilemma. In the past few months I've drawn probably a dozen characters and creatures but because of my laughably bad phone I haven't been able to A. Post anything, and B. Figure out how to post anything. To make my art career that much harder are my friends, I'm still adjusting to having a group I with which I can hang out with often, whom's opinions and counsel I respect, their jokes and antics lighten my mood and take my mind away from the stress of my present and the pain of my past. And for the first time in a while, I've again got allies who can physically stand beside me and who can if need be indulge my

I have a confession to make, for the last few months I have played Circle Orboros. you heard correctly. I am guilty of commanding armies and winning many a victory in the name of the wretched devourer Wurm, but it is worse than you think, one of those victories was against a force of our holy creator! I drew the blood of his loyal warriors and reduced his sacred warmachines to smoking scrap metal... I have committed irredeemable heresy, I have committed blasphemy of the highest order, I have laughed as his armies fell to the abominations under my command, I revelled in the slaying of the few touched by his holy light, I have have taken part i

So here I am on my kindle writing about how even though here I stand lonely, and depressed, on the holiday celebrating love no less, it's still better than last year's Valentine's day, because no matter how you slice it, it's still better than being lonely, depressed, angry beyond mortal words, heartbroken and weary from fighting a war I should never have fought for. I don't have a phone at the moment, so without an actual audience to vent at, the imaginary one will suffer my ranting instead! August, 2012, a foolish lad sits in his living room, his hear full of dread at the prospect of entering freshmen year single enveloping his mind, idiot