Hey, people that are gonna read this and say, "Welp, this sucks." This all started in the 6th grade. I met this guy named Bryce. He is very tall, much taller than me. He has an account and is gonna post stories about the characters in the comics we made in 7th grade. Go check him out. His name is Spike021. Anyway, He's very nice, and we became friends quick. We started making little comics, but those are lost. So now, we're making more comics, but in better detail. Anyway, I'm gonna be making art and stuff. I'm gonna try to stay upbeat and happy, but if my art gets kinda depressing, don't get mad at me, okay? I used to be pretty, uh... depressed. Okay, I'm glad we got that out of the way. Right now when I post this, I'm in New Jersey, not at home, where all my art is. I'm VERY far from home. But, that's beside the point. Enjoy the art(if you can)!
a few years after ii 18 he rushes over after each contestant died, he got a new way of recovering, him and 3GS figured it out (don't ask how just accept) he recovers them but something was... off they ---- ---- and who knows what would happen if he recovers them again, well you could know what happens if you read this story!