Start log 0001- The dark side sneaks and stalks upon me like prey, i try my best to inch way, but everytime I move it comes closer everytime, i don't know how much time i have left before it pounces on me and takes me as it's own cub, teaching me the disgusting methods of making money, whenever i look at it in the eyes, it's like staring into a deep void, yet i feel as if a million eyes are watching, staring back at me, i try to keep my mind pure of that art i saw when i was 8, but it's claws dig into my brain, making me remember the curves.... the eyes... the beautiful shading, i might give in soon, but i'll try to stay sane and alert as much as I can, but the darkside of the art community will have to drag me to the pits of hells boiler room before it makes me draw such godless heathen peices of art, but I might not hold on much longer... -end log, 11:23 Pm, Sun, Feb 11