| The central "protagonist" in my most popular series on here. Repping his hometown like a true nigga should. This is what kids today are into, parents. Remember that when I'm famous and your overweight fourteen-year-old daughter is off at some comic convention sucking on my little dick for a free sketch. Remember what I said and acknowledge the fact that you are powerless against me. |
| Welcome to my mind. Relax, take your shoes off, help yourself to some hot coffee, and come sit next to me. In this dark corner, over here.... |
crookedalley tag time Clickety, clackety. Rustle, rustle, boom. The reverberations from puny attacks on iron and stone around him was starting to get annoying. It had never been this noisy, before. Shit was sure getting bad out there. He was smart to hole himself up in here after the Collapse. Where there had once been a half-decent society, there was now only desert wastelands, horrible mutants, and murderous Survivors. Such as himself, though he wouldn't enjoy it as much as some. But even now, the splinter rifle in the corner sang his name in a metallic tune. Maybe just one time up. Shoot some bastards, nab a dog-worm or two. I'td be fun and God knows he neecrookedalley tag time by *rainbowchewynuggets
Artistic 
I forgive you.
Sta.sh
