And just because I can...

...here's a sketch of my newly-minted WoW priest. These guys never fare well with me; I quite literally have half a dozen priests abandoned from levels 8 to 48. It is my fervent hope that the fact that this one has goggles will endear him to me enough to at least break 50.


And a considerably messier sketch of my perpetually down-and-out rogue for good measure.

And lastly, I wonder who this could be...


(On unrelated notes--I have a spider guarding my windowsill against six-legged invaders free of charge, and this is utter earcandy.)

Souvenirs

I'll be a happy berk when pointed apathy goes out of style... but I have the uncomfortable feeling that at the rate we're going, the world will go up in flames before that happens. Humanity is far too much in love with its ugliest side lately--or perhaps it always has been, and it's just taken me this long to see it. Perhaps the light's finally been kicked out of me for the time being.

So, two souvenirs from my attempts at soothing the disgruntled Chala. See if you can guess which one frustrated the living hell out of me as I was working on it and which one fell off the pen.

I don't want to go on the cart!

I'm not dead. Really truly. I'm just a WoW zombie at the moment.

There is something else in the works on the art front, though. All I'm saying is this:

Mummies.