She is coming. One day she won't be that goth girl you made fun of in the hall. Instead she'll be towering over the ruins of your city. The sky glowing with the fires that range for miles around. In that moment you'll look up and she'll smile. Oh she knows you, and as the thunder falls weakly compared to her footfalls, you'll know the end has arrived. This is the beginning of the age of Misery.
So, this was a warm up drawing. May have gotten carried away. ^_^
So, this was a warm up drawing. May have gotten carried away. ^_^
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