It’s That Time Of Year, Again!

what they don’t tell you about making art is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

So like. What’s the eye situation with comicfrin

On the one hand we’ve got panels with both visible and seemingly uninjured:

And on the other there are panels where they wear the eyepatch (notably on the left eye) (also there are some others but these are the clearest shots):

And then there’s the panel where their eye seemed to be injured from a fight (but that’s their right eye!!!):

I know it’s probably just minor inconsistencies in a comic from early development of the character or subtly showing the loops through smaller changes but I’m curious if there’s a community census.

I need to find the absolute worst and most devastating ending possible in Detective Beebo. For my creative endeavors.

What football will look like in the future

Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong.

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happy holidays brought to you from the loops of eternal torture

ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin

i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf

Making a shitty one-page RPG called Oh Shit It’s the Killer. The premise is simple: you’re a high schooler spending the weekend in the woods with your besties. The Killer is there also. He is trying to the Kill you

your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go "ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006"