the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

Here’s a protip for you. Coming into a thread where I’m forced to once again defend an offer I’ve made (this is what the 3rd or 4th time I’ve had to deal with this crap… and only at this site where artist entitlement is in direct opposition to artist talent level) and accusing me of being an angry teenager is going to get you the same slapdown I’ve been handing out to everyone else.

I couldn’t care less if anyone here wants to work with me. If they don’t agree with my perspective then we wouldn’t get beyond jumpstreet to begin with. It’s scorched Earth time. So take your sanctimonious voice of reason and go draw shitty dragons with Mary. You two will be retardedly happy with one another.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.