Nick - Indiana - Disheartened
BLOOD BOWL
https://www.artstation.com/p/QW9Nd
Stefan Kopinski
Freelance Digital Illustrator/Concept Artist
–Mike
When I die I want to be buried with grave goods that make future archaeologists think I was of much higher status than I actually was so that my grave will be referred to as a princely burial and I’ll be remembered by some cool name like “The Colchester Barrow Princess” (I’ve decided that I will be buried in a highly visible barrow, possibly with a ship) and the National Trust will erect a small museum about me filled with entirely incorrect but cool sounding archaeological assumptions
Be buried literally holding a sword and axe and then sit back and watch the endless ‘powerful warrior queen v. just usual valuable grave goods indicating a high status individual’ debate from the afterlife.
I want a spring-loaded casket and non-degrading glitter. I will be remembered as “that *£^$% thing that killed Professor Hannover”
my future wife: *performing her witchcraft and stealing the souls out of men*
me: gosh i love you
Just because the past didn’t turn out like you wanted it to, doesn’t mean your future can’t be better than you ever imagined.
The first few proof-of-concept pages for some kinda short standalone comic about the Bold Transhumanist Future and joyous morphological freedom.
If this gets finished, it’ll probably go up on itch.io as pay-what-you-want.
The stress of future plans and the return of college.
It’s this weird state of zen and stress at the same time and I kinda just want to go drown
Today on the way home from work, I biked past a guy letting out giant clouds of nicotine laden vapor, a group of young folks playing an augmented reality game (gotta catch ‘em all!) and a dude who had skateboards in the trunk of his car setting up to launch a drone off the sidewalk in new center. When I got home I picked up a package from the mailbox, a product I got a deep discount on in exchange for my opinions’ use as a marketing tool, and climbed up four flights of stairs because the old apartment building I live in has an elevator, but it has been busted for who knows how long. Then my partner and I had spaghetti and watched a cartoon about gay space rocks.
It took me seven years to finish Guild Wars 2’s main story. Played through the first game’s three campaigns when they came out, followed 2 all through development, but somehow never managed to finish the base game’s story. I’ve railed on it for its lackluster writing and acting, but honestly, now that it’s done, I’m finding how oddly invested I still was. Zhaitan is dead, I’ve beaten him, and even though it was just a short while in-game, it felt like I’d been warring with the undead dragon for seven long years. Seven years of killing the risen, seven years of losing friends in the struggle, seven years of a personal grudge.
So here’s to Straithor Razorhorn, Pact Commander, Iron and Blood Legion soldier, Vigil Crusader, and now Dragon-Slayer.
