Hopefully I will get back on track for my little projects. Works busy and complicated. Plus more and more things going on out of work to deal with first.
Have a good year everyone!


The Twisted Bard No one paid any attention to the man in rags who sat against an abandoned building. His body was thin, starvation taking its toll on what was once a youthful and fit form. He was covered in soiled and dirtied rags, hiding his shame from the eyes of any who by chance let their gaze wander over him. His hair was longer now, clotted with dirt and other foul things he no longer worried over. Lice and other vermin swarmed his scalp, though the beggar long ago gave up scratching at them. His smell was atrocious, more than enough reasonThe Twisted Bard


Nachael, the Blood Elf Warlock The wretch hungered, the wretch preyed, the wretch killed. In this, he was the same as any other wretch. His hunger was for magic, an addiction he could not shake. His body almost pained in the need for it however he could acquire it. Even by slaying of others of his race, killing them for the innate magics that flowed through their veins. The wretch was a disgraceful creature. All the wretches were soulless monsters. This wretch though was a little diffNachael, the Blood Elf Warlock


Never DieI will never die A memory that is to never fade A rumor that just will not go away A myth, timeless even without a name A legend, spreading with eternal fame I will never die I was the first to hear the battle call I was there at the front line standing tall I was in the worst, giving it my all I was still fighting on, the last to fall I will never die Few fled the scene with a story to tell Few looked my way, speaking, wishing me well Few made it home to ring the warning bell Few remained to see the end of this hell I will never die A legend, A myNever Die


The Hero Forgotten Colors streak across the lightly clouded sky. His gaze on the horizon as the sun sinks away. It is his final ally, the last one to leave him to his fate. Yet still he stays. None remain to see the end of this war. The land and the past are given up to the inevitable. His strong form tired from many nights without a moment to sleep. Covered in tarnished and damaged chainmail and worn out leather hide clothing. His hair is dirtied, caked with drThe Hero Forgotten
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"We are the people our parents warned us about."
-Jimmy Buffett
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I had a budgie, but it died.
I like pie!
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"We are the people our parents warned us about."
-Jimmy Buffett
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~The Wandering Spaz
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I want to be the best plush artist I can be...so I will keep sewing
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~The Wandering Spaz
If it isn't obvious, you are receiving this message because you are one of the people I am still watching. Just a friendly warning.
Best wishes,
Jon
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When all else fails, blame curiosity.
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~The Wandering Spaz
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