"okay kid, i have a doctors appointment, you can handle this big fuckoff bus, i believe in you, keys are in the ignition, this thing DOES NOT HAVE INSURANCE so DON'T GET PULLED OVER, have fun"
[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
Veit Ashbraid; dwarven cleric of Marthammor Duin, the god of wanderers, travellers and outcasts.
“And you warrior, who do you pray for?”
“Who do you pray for when the tides rise, when the moon falls; when the stars erupt?
Will you pray for the people? Or will you forsake them like your god has forsaken them? Will you haunt their nightmares or spark their daydreams?
Who will tell your tales, oh warrior? What will they say about you? Were you good, were you nice, were you polite - were you bad, were you unhelpful, were you cruel, were you rude?
And who’s to say?
After all, maybe it will be yourself who will judge your actions; you will have to stand looking at your past, your mistakes; your regrets, your disgrace.
So go and be. If you’re good or not might depend on something as seemingly inconsequential as circumstance.
Oh warrior.”
Also: alternative version with a golden arm, and a comparison of the old portrait I made last year when we first started playing