NEWS FROM THE TOASTER:
GET IT FRESH AND HOT RIGHT HERE
UPDATE:
So, I'm going to try something out on this here page. I noticed with Eagle-sacho that most of the new updates end up at the bottom of the page instead of on top, which to all my best understanding is where it's supposed to go. Anyway, to the whole three of you who know this site exists (to who the third person is I have NO idea),
NEW UPDATE:
After much work on the characters and consideration to the overall project, I, Artist, have come to perhaps one of the greatest conclusions anyone could ever come to. In this world, dealt by desires and dreams, we often forget what was really real in the beginning. We lose track of who we are and who we began as in our pursuit of eternal joy and contentment; but, to lose ourselves... is that really what it is to be happy? Must we then sell away our souls, so that - though we do not feel - we can feel ? And thus, we must take upon a new face, a mask, if you will, that comes with it a new soul that can lie to us day by day.
This is forgotten, in our world of sold and purchased souls, that we must live to live:
Memento vivere
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So my message to all of you: be happy. Be content.
I've suffered long for never facing these words with courage and wisdom - which I obviously lacked for many years. To bring about an end to my overly played rant, I've finally come to terms over what will be my character art for the Toasted Souls. They are mediocre, lower by far in standards to Grim Tales From Down Below, for which most of this comic is seemingly based, but at the same time its art is somewhat higher in quality to Megatokyo, which is acclaimed in its worldwide fame. So, oh so patient viewers, I bring to you, the Toasted Souls.
Please enjoy with all my apologies. And enjoy responisbly. ^-^
Here you go Eagle. Now try and guess who's who in this pic. ^-^
Hiatus activites for the week: Anyone who knows me know that I spend alot of time writing, I'm not a
particularly good writer. Just good at fabricating emotion. I usually
write short horror stories for my amusement if i'm not working or
commissioned but a recent scenario made me think.....all these people
I've killed in my stories...What if they were the writer? Would they
kill me? Torment me? So I began to write about that...it's not called
the writing writer I think thats a song by Coheed and Cambria....alright
peace.
When noone wearing their real face, its a whiteout of
emotion