Dear VOID,
Thank you for existing.
Seriously.
THANK
YOU.
Let me write an 8-hour-long cheesy love song about how much I appreciate you (I won't, but that's mostly because I appreciate you so much, that I won't subject you to my awful singing, and I really have to get back to arting that battle I'm doing for you).
You have made me better; definitely much better at coloring, and you're at least half responsible for me finally figuring out how to do somewhat decent lineart. Looking back on my art things before I met you, sweet Void, I can't believe I ever thought I was any good. I mean, my god. My coloring used to suck so hard, and now it's kind of awesome.
Also, humble. You've made me much less of the arrogant little bastard that I used to be.
Also, slightly less insecure. Although you actually made it worse for a little while, but then you made it much better than it used to be, so it sort of balances out.
And people. I could literally rant for the next 80 years or so how grateful I am that you exist and the people I've met through you. You really have no idea how much better life is because of you, sweet Void. No. Idea. How. Much.
Coming to you and joining you, even though at first you are super daunting and scary as shit, I can say that it's literally the greatest thing I have ever done. Life changing, in the best possible way.
But anyways,
Please continue to exist.
That is all.
Casually chained here forever,
Rob
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@ 7:01 AM Mar 28th