WELP
WADES PIC WAS A FLOP
SO I DID A QUICK DRAWING OF IAN
AND ALONG WITH IT, I'LL MAKE HIS BACKSTORYSO
HERE IT ISOk so yeah
Ian is pretty buff, I have a little trouble drawing buff guys, so It's not my best.Yeah uh
So
About IanI'm gonna start with around when Ian was 9 because his outfit in my drawing is crucial to his backstory.
When Ian was 9, he was living a great life, he was quite content with it. He had good friends, his sister wasn't evil at the time, his mom and dad weren't dead, all of that shit.
It was the beginning of winter, December 14th, it was 3:00 in the afternoon. He was playing in the grasslands with his friends from his school. Doing the usual thing that people do when they're playing in the snow. Building snowmen, making snow forts, playing with snowballs, catching snowflakes on their tongue, complaining about how cold it is, staying inside, hibernating (wait no thats what I do).
You know.
The usual.There was a forest. A forbidden forest, nearby where him and his friends were playing. Filled with wolves, bears, and other animals that could kill you (besides geese, he got lucky).
Of course, Ian was a fucking moron. Ian had a "great idea" to go into the woods. Some of his friends dipped, some of them didn't (stupid), and they all agreed to go to the woods and look around. Ian would be the leader of this "amazing" adventure.
What an asshat, I love my asshat.
After a few minutes of wandering around the woods, the sun began to go down.
It was 5:00.
They got lost in the fucking woods.
Ian and his friends panicked. Ian was the first one to calm down and used his one brain cell to figure out how to find their way out.
His idea: Ask the wolves.
Of course, his one brain cell wasn't working properly as always.
Or was it?
In fact, right when he announced his plan, he heard a low growl from behind him. His friends dipped, but the wolf didn't chase them.
The wolf had his eyes on Ian.
The wolf slowly stepped towards Ian, no look of anger shown on its face. Ian was terrified, he prepared to escape from the wolf, but tripped over a root and fell backward (Y'know, like they do in horror movies).
The wolf stood over his trembling body, with no intention to hurt Ian.
Instead,
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