Oh I’m just doodlin’ lately. Doodlin’ like crazy.
Started drawing this guy with no direction. We’re calling him Grimsley. That’s GRiMM$ for short, ya hurd? He’s got a tomb stone for a head. He absorbs skeletons that he digs up in his fishbowl stomach acid for energy. When he talks, the “RIP” lights up like a crazy disco hut. He’s kind of like a robot, or maybe he’s just some dude brought together from sorcery, I don’t friggin’ know. He’s one crude dude.
But oh hey! Who’s that little guy next to him. That’s Mortimer, the cyborg dragon. Enough said.
They’re bros. Bros for life. I wish I had a bro like this. A bro…
…4lyf. End scene.[Might add a background. Might make a whole sceeeeene, man. Click the pic for a slightly better view.]