gonna start comicvining again ... decided i want to be a comic book art ist and im gonna stick with it this time lmao ....
I'm now in hull college or art, and at this moment in time should be painting a huge canvas ....XD
bye ...lash hex undercover XD
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| The Clown Prince of Crime. You are a brilliant mastermind but are criminally insane. You love to joke around while accomplishing the task at hand. |
RAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG ! ...
Slaughtered. After informing the police of this unfortunate women he finally managed to rest his head. Plaugued by dreams of death and mortality he tossed and turned. After what seemed like hours of torture he finally awoke in a cold sweat, starring straight into the deepest of blue eyes. "What beautiful eyes youve got there," she said nothing, and didnt seem to notice he was awake. "Hello?". She ran away. "What a cute cat." Days after the event Dustin forgot all about the cat, with its deep blue eyes and bright white fur. He forgot all about how it sat there waiting for him to wake, when he stopped. There she was again, sat there, starring. "Here puss puss" he called. she didnt move. catiously looking him up and down.
Journey to Midnight Tower
The stone floor eased his aching bones as he sat pondering on what his next move should be. You see Dustin
was thrown out after keaving school by his ever loving parents. Two weeks down the road he was still there,
down on his luck, as ever. "How could this possibly get worse" he muttered under his breath. As if the sky
had heard him its silver linig toar, soaking him instantly. Reminding him of the well missed power shower.
"Perfect"
At least it was refreshing, he thought while trudging down the litter strewn streets of Manchester, finally
taking shelter underneath an old bridge. Trying to shake off the chill he lay down. What had he got himself
into. Why? he rolled over. The ground was lumpy as youd expect but its was dry unlike his old jacket saturated
from the rain it comforted him. He soon fell into a deep slumber only to be rudely awoken.
"what was that!" a blood curdeling scream echoed in his ears.
"Get away from me!" it sounded like a women, a women in trouble. He shot to his feet darting toward the source
of comotion. Adrenaln pumping he took a sharp left tripping himself. "stupid laces" quickly dusting him self
down he set off again cursing. The screams stopped, he took another left there she was lay upright against the
dumpster. "Oh ..." he knelt next to her lifless body, observing the slit throat he felt nautious
right theres a comic conventiony thing this weekend in manchester its round the corner from aflecks palace and along the road from the travelling man ....just ot sure where exactly i think the eaflet said a square sooo....any ideas it said sasha hotel down the roud from aflecks palace if you know wher i mean its a comic markety thing only on for 4 hours but it isnt coming again soo its up to you lot
wait it is coming again but i think November 17th
i have the starting of a new comic right here in my lap right now....im stumped though i cant get it on the godam computer in need of a scanner in glossop area. erm .....either that or i just buy one why did i not think of that before ok then....any suggestions?
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