Take it away
No matter how much we carve it out, squash it, tear it to pieces, obliterate it... it just keeps coming back.
No matter how much we carve it out, squash it, tear it to pieces, obliterate it... it just keeps coming back.
...We have reason to believe she's doing this purposefully. Call it a hunch.
"We're still not quite full yet... won't you spare a few more fingers for us? Perhaps more...?"
Because occasionally I'd like to draw a cute boy, y'know? He works so hard, fighting the forces of Darkdark.