|My art is a Transformer. Totally.|
|Searching for someone who will accept your meaningless points in exchange of some shit you can't do yourself? Well, I can do that for you, you untalented waste of space.|
I make stamps. Since they're easy as fuck to do, and that anyone can make one (except you, because you suck), it's;
5 for a static stamp
10 for an animated stamp
I make icons. I can't say I'm the best at it, but fuck you, you suck even more. So here are the prices if you want to buy one of these piece of shit;
5 for a static icon
10 for an animated icon
I make drawings. Not really, but shut your whore mouth and give me money.
15 for some shit without a background
20 for some shit with a background
I make stories. I'm good at it. You suck. So buy one, and get the fuck out.
0,5 per word. If the price ends up being a decimal number, I'll just round it for you, because you suck at maths.
BUY SHIT FROM ME. I'M TOTALLY NOT A SELLOUT.
Ghost HuntTwo children, same of birth, wandered the halls.
A sister and a brother
With hearts and heads at the ready in the suffocating silence.
The aging mansion seemed to moan in pain.
The ghosts it sheltered were being slaughtered by the children.
And the mansion mourned their absence.
One spirit remained; the favorite of the house.
A playful little girl was she,
her body was scarred by her own doing
Driven by madness, despair and boredom.
But no more.
She, who only wanted a friend, found not one;
What will they play?
Her favorite; hide and seek.
She hurried to hide.
The twins took only a glance to plan their next move