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Interesting things found in the second hand store.

The internal scream hero?

A certain british guy named after a vegetable, is probably looking for this.

This saddle looks like a duck's face.

This character's legs.... Are those thighs or feet? Why did they have to cut it there?

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What a jumpstart of a morning.

When I was nearly at the bus station I realized I didn't have my wallet.

Ran home and couldn't find it anywhere. Feared that I've dropped it.

Had to get to the bus anyway and ask for a free trip and solve the missing card issue over the day in town.

Found my walled on the side of the road, but the delay made me miss my bus.

Picture a guy in orange glasses standing in the woods, staring down an empty road while hitting his head with a leather wallet.

Thanks to this islands horrible bus schedule, I was two hours late to my intern job. Luckily they let me stay over time to make up to it. But I had to reschedule my home trip and won't me home until later tonight.... Yay....

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What? Farmers can't replant seeds from last years harvest? It's illegal?

Who the hell can copyright seeds?

*studies a bit*

Ooooh! It's certain brands with specific breed of vegetables that can be patented. New seeds HAS to be bought from the owners. At least in the US.

Well, that culture sound like it sure would stop world hunger, doesn't it?

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My wife just said my favorite thing this year.

Right after I made a bad joke at the supermarket she just smirked me.

Me: "Hah! Look at you resisting to roll your eyes at me" *laugh*

Her: *snicker* "Just trying not to be toxic, but you make it really hard, buddy"

I love that woman. 😆

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Okay, I'm cooled down now. My head spins. But I'm in control. I like to shout out to the mechanic that found the issue so quickly and actually gave us time to pay later when we got money. Now that's kind trust right there. We appreciate it a lot.

Warning. This entry include bitterness and cult like wording.

Wife gets new pet. New pet was more expensive than she thought.

Had to ask me for gas money to work. I manage to pull out enough cash although my bank account is crying for mercy.

Get message from her twenty minutes later. Car went shaky shaky yellow light.

Might have to diss my family sixth year in a row next month.

Life sure is wonderful. All hail the capitalist gods and their super fragile angels, the automobiles.

Let us pray in their presence with our debts. "Fuck this shit! Amen."

... Yeah, I'm pissed. I'm all out of joy again and have to run on bitterness as usual. It's how I cope.

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Warning. This entry include bitterness and cult like wording.

Wife gets new pet. New pet was more expensive than she thought.

Had to ask me for gas money to work. I manage to pull out enough cash although my bank account is crying for mercy.

Get message from her twenty minutes later. Car went shaky shaky yellow light.

Might have to diss my family sixth year in a row next month.

Life sure is wonderful. All hail the capitalist gods and their super fragile angels, the automobiles.

Let us pray in their presence with our debts. "Fuck this shit! Amen."

... Yeah, I'm pissed. I'm all out of joy again and have to run on bitterness as usual. It's how I cope.

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It's really weird, but I can only compare it with gaming. Wherever it's a first person game or a focused character in third perspective. There is a dot or a cut out area on the screen we focus on, to avoid getting hit or target something in the gameplay.

I'm pretty clumsy. I prick my fingers all the time and sometimes lose track where my hands are and slap table corners or whatever.

Now with painted nails, I feel I have better focus on what I'm doing in real life.

Am I crazy, or is this a thing people do to perform tadks better and not hurt themselves?

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My wife talked me into this. Still need to stop chewing my nails. So I'm trying anything in my price range.

It works though. I react before I even start eating my fingers.

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Just leaking a bit of rough story text

"Pardon?" asked the guard who wasn't expecting to be spoken to when most treat him like air until something bad happens.

The messenger seemed anxious and had clearly had a long trip to find this small town. Yet he straighten his back and took a deep breath.

"I asked if you seen a woman with weird clothes here." he asked like it made everything so much clearer.

"A woman in strange clothes? You are aware that this is a crossing down with six different roads to six different countries? Strange clothes are normal here for everyone." said the guard and slacked with his shoulders a bit since his commander wasn't in sight.

The messenger groans in frustration and mumbles something about wild cats and bees. The guard was feeling for the man as well as getting frustrated over this fellow's aggressive behavior.

The guard decided to lead the conversation a bit. "My, friend. Just give me a name and I might know her. I came with the latest caravan of people from the way you came. Spent two weeks with them. Maybe one of those are your 'woman in strange clothes'"

The messenger held up a finger. "I said 'weird clothes'! No, nope. Nuhu. That's the issue, you see. I can't give away any information about my contracted customers. The boss would have my head for that."

"... And still you gave away how she "sort off" looked like to me." The guard sighs.

"You right. Pardon me. I thought you might be more useful than a stand around pole with eyes." The messenger flipped him off and disappeared in the crowd.

The guard sighs. He had been called worse. At least it was nice to change a few words with someone today. A well needed break from counting the cracks in the wall on the other side of the road. Why was he standing here again?

"You have patience. That was impressive." said a familiar voice.

"Lady Himi. Good day. How is Antcrossing for you?" asked the guard and felt strangely calm all of a sudden when she stepped into view from around the corner.

Himi leans on the wall next to him and crosses her arms.

"The town? It's cute. That's all I can say." she yawns.

"You mean, it's all the nice things you can say?" the guard grinned.

Himi rolls her eyes. "Why bother thinking about the bad stuff? It's not good for you."

"I'm a guard, ma'am. I have to keep an eye out for the bad."

"Oh, right." Himi blushed a bit in embarrassment.

After that follows a few moments of silence.

"I believe someone is looking for you." said the guard to break the silence.

"Am I wearing 'strange clothes' to you?" Himi said while acting offended.

"So you did know that angry little man from earlier?"

"I don't know him. I know that sigil he is wearing." Himi sighs "It's probably from my father. It pains me, but I can't let him know where I am. Please don't tell on me now."

"Parent trouble, huh? I know the pain." said the guard and had to shake his leg a bit after getting a bit numb for standing around for hours.

"I don't think you do." Himi's voice was serious and deeply sad.

The guard didn't know what to say. He knows when he was pushing into subjects where he shouldn't be. A woman of her age willingly running away from her father was none of his business after all.

"You coming along tomorrow when the caravan sets off again?" She asked in a more joyful tune. "I like to talk more about herbs with you. It was interesting."

Charmed to a grin, the guard slowly shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, lady Himi. I'm not heading for Mechamn in my service. To be honest. I shouldn't even be talking to the guest unless they had an important question about the roads." The guard scoffed.

Himi watches the sun sink beyond the trees outside of town. If the guard didn't know better, he felt a tingle of unease from her. He wanted to ask her, but decided not to.

"Can I at least have your name? Or is that against protocols as well?" she asked and gave off her friendly smirk.

The guard smiles back. "No, they haven't had that rule written down yet." he laughs felt a bit awkward. "It's Aftur, ma'am."

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I've been asked. "Why do you bother? You're not American."

"I have American friends that are being targeted as we speak. Then we have the thought of a bunch of unreasonable capitalistic monkeys that doesn't believe in climate change, that also has the world's strongest nuclear weaponry to toy with. So yeah, it makes me a little shaky, alright."

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Good day

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This morning, It told myself:

"Robb, you old kid wannabe. How about we skip feeling anxious that we forgot something as we leave today, ey? You've had everything you need every morning for two months. It's fine. Just close the front door."

As the door clicked shut, I heard a deep laughter echoing through the valley and shot away in empty space, mocking me untill I couldn't hear it anymore.

I was not having my keys. This is why I hurt myself mentally everytime I leave home. Cause there is a force that want me to have issues so badly that it's just waiting for the right moment to strike. Even pretend to be my subconscious to have it's way.

A day carrying around my stuff, because I don't have my locker key. Wonderful...

On top of that. I had a flashback when passing a certain building while staring out the bus window.

Back in 2017. I worked as a postman a few weeks and by that building I received two letters from a public mail box to bring back to the postal office. I put it in the box with the rest. At least I thought so. Two years later. I found the same letters tucked between the seats of my car. Now I cringe everytime when I get bear the box where I let down a customer by being a universal jackass.

I wanna go back to bed...

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Brainstorming. I need more sketches like this in my folders. No lineart or colored stuff. Just sketch and doodle.

I made the pencil green. Cause I like how it feels

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"Once upon a time.

There was a wizard guild that sold impressive machines to households that was so popular it became the new standard tool in everyone's lives.

If one didn't own one of these machines, they could not live in society.

To keep this miraculous machine running, it needed a magical engine. Constant moving of digital fuel of "1" and "0" to flow trillions of gold worth of hard work over the world with no need for paper or pens.

Each five to ten years or so, the wizard guild felt entitled to "improve" their magic engines performance by filling it with more ones and zeros. That's when the machine itself had to be improved or replaced.

While not the most popular of decisions for their customers, they didn't care. They had a goal. A goal to make more sales and absorb that sweet nectar of billions of people's hard work to keep for themselves to sell to rich nobles. Blaming their customers for being paranoid or guilt trip them to agree on unreasonable terms. Because what choice did they have in the end? They need this machine.

One day. When a later plan to improve the engine, the wizards made the obvious mistake to make it too powerful for most of the machines around the globe at that time.

There had to be a record sale of new machines to match the "upgrading" of that powerful engine.

Rumors tell it was on purpose to force people to buy more powerful machines. But it backfired. Most customers couldn't afford or care about buying from them more often than normal. Some even turned away from the guild services and settled with lesser and weaker machine boxes among themselves.

With that in mind, the wizard guild had to start a second project to extend the old engine for at least another year to keep millions of machines active in their name. But for that, the customers had to pay a fee as punishment for not dancing to their pipe as they should.

They blame it all on the peasants that has given them power from the beginning. The guild did everything right and the unfair treatment to not let them do what they want with everybody's hard work, would not do.

How dare the peasants fight back? It's all their fault. Punish users they have left is the answer. This guild's services are perfection! They are their GODS!

The name of this "god guild" entity was "Microsoft Windows"

The self acclaimed ruler of human kind."

Seriously... What the hell is wrong with these "wizard" guys?

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This was fitting right now.

I swear I'm actually am working on new comics. I just need to calm my crazy standards

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For the spirit of Halloween. I edited an old comic.

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It's Halloween. Don't let any ghosts catch you