It's back.
Using this to put my art for fanfictions in one place. No I am not good at art. No I do not care. Yes there is going to be an essay on biowarfare used on the DPRK during the Fatherland Liberation War at one point. Also maybe I'll talk ab...
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A scenario that was suggested to me. I didn't actually draw them playing hockey because I don't think my skills are quite high-level enough for that. I mean, I don't think I drew Canada's reflection right.
'Mudding,' as I was subjected to, is when they put you in a truck and drive really fast and irresponsibly down a mud road with the windows open. Or perhaps it is a prank that is played on foreigners who stupidly agree to go driving with people they don't know very well. It's fun either way.
Conversation between Korea and China:
Korea: Who are you betting on?
China: "No one. I'm only keeping track of everyone else's."
Korea: *suspicious glare*
China: *smiling* "A wise man knows that even if his rooster wins the fight, he can still lose."
Korea: *thinking for a moment* "...I hate you."
Had a dream last night. Don't remember much, but it involved a hotel, a stranger's suitcase that I seemed to know belonged to two dead enemy spies (American?), a two-piece swimsuit that I decided to take from it, and a demon. I was trying on a dead woman's swimsuit (I don't even wear two-pieces, so I must have just felt like it), while talking to some invisible demon. Not about anything important. I think we were just talking about the swimsuit. I remember thinking something like 'I look really good in this. Sad that woman is dead.'
