Caring gente, let me pause my solenne epic starring your server and Karantoo, my maestro (who incidentally has deciso to take on Fred Savage da solo, as will soon be seem in a few settimane in The Metalitarian Chronicles) to share con voi a delayed and erotico love letter to questa comunità of caring persone lacking of paura. As my maestro moved toward Savage’s ufficio in Ucraina, he locked me in a cantina full of papers and suddenly it gave me a nostalgia fever (not legato to my Italian flu, as will soon be seem in a few settimane in The Metalitarian Chronicles), so I deciso to do ritratti of all the persone I could until I ran out of carta and inchiostro. I must lamentare the image qualità, but my calculator does not have as many pixels as numero di buttons.
I Was Phone
Pan the Man
I think this is sufficiente or I will get you all malati, since all the drawing threads comunque suck.