Kermit Maluquer

Man, I feel tired
          
          Well not as tired as I was some years ago, but college has been quite a bitch nonetheless. It's a neverending stress honestly
          Not to mention the havoc that's happening in Venezuela rn
          Still
          Yet, I am still trying to come up with ideas for my drawings and books, even though it has not been easy, but I really don't want to give up. Not after all that's happened
          
          Expect potential updates for the TADC and RWBY books. Try not to have many expectations tho

I don't even know if anyone cares at this point, but I've decided to do something unthinkable for the me from 2 years ago. I want to take up on writing books here once again, and hopefully not die from deadlines trying.
          
          This dusty place still brings back old memories, back from when I was still a cringy kid, some were good, some weren't, but it feels like a part of me, wheter that's good or bad it's up to me to decide. Still, I would like to go back to writing on my own pace, and if I can, accompany my books with my very own drawings.
          
          Sometimes I relapse into existencial crisis episodes and anxiety, but if I can at least paint a small portion of the universe with the traces of my legacy, I can get some peace for myself on the day of my death, I would hate to leave unfinished bussiness here on Earth. Even so...
          
          Kermit Maluquer/Len-Tex/TheFinnMaxter/GustaLord is back. We are back. Death is only a setback, our griefs temporary, family and friends everlasting, soul and spirit untamable, and our mark in this world and universe is eternal, infinite. Make sure to leave a good one.

Yooooo what's up Tex

You should make a story about set con

hey wait i know you lol

Como esconder un muerto sin que te pillen

Thank you brother

I love how I can actually die in any moment and I am here sitting on my butt watching youtube and not giving two kilos of damn xd

Back in the medieval era, your knights were honoured and respectuous mens and womans, wearing shining armor and a sword that was entrusted to them to lift only against harm that comes in the way of a passerby, always willing to protect and serve the weak and the innocent.
          
          Now, in the modern times, your knights wear a a cap, a uniform and a gun. They declare themselves the embodiment of justice, while they abuse your rights and kill your friends and family.
          
          When will the human hypocrisy touch the end of this box?

When your injustice comes,
          Will you fight?