I'm not your chap bucko

I'm not your bucko, friend

I'm not your friend sir

I'm not your sir, ma'am

I'm not a ma'am, it

I'm not an it, zir

I'm not zir, xe

I'm not a xe, xim

I'm not xim, ix

I'm not an ix, zim

guys if you hated my art this much to spam it away you could have just asked me to delet

This was never about you

Good work

Have a cookie

🍪

Everything is about me

I gave you a cookie shut up

🤔

@everyone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0swdA075kA

@scoobie331every body that can predict know that gonna happen in the next decade and it gonna be quick.

You did the paintwork? Or assembled it?

did all of it

Cool

thank you

Much nicer looking than a nuclear shadow.

Cool bike. 😎 👍

Ruined bike

I imagine the artists for DOOM are feeling pretty good about themselves right now.

*heavy metal starts*

that doom art looks so great

i like how doom eternal is being more faithful to the doom II character design.

is this purely visual arts only?

the channel i mean 😛

oh ok scrolled up someone posted some text

pollacks may feel free to suggest edits on this

or anglophones in case atrocious grammar 😛

Cannibals' drums are growling on the Happy Islands
We walk – missionaries of old truths on the shore
Who'll be the first to assume ritual rhythm as their own
Who will assent to the power of the crazed shamans

vats of vodka crowd crowd racket racket racket
We are, it seems, completely defenceless
Hereby fulfilled prophecy brings no glory
Fire, sacrificial blood of victims still unconscious

We'll be satiated by wild women of ruthless bodies
Laughing at our nauseous fears of conjuration
Drunk we'll scream shoving hands under the batons of drummers
Yet, say a golden tooth, will erase their memories of greatest sermons

They'll force us to first drink bile of slaughtered captive
We'll sleep with the chieftain's wife before we're castrated
Each our move will be a term of our sentence
Once the night falls, celebration of our death will commence

Rise will clamour and gleam will holy blade of a knife
with which they'll cut our hearts out so that for example the rain would fall
If the rain fell next day, that's another reason
for a bitter laughter above the rumbling skies

Cannibals' drums are growling on the Happy Islands
We walk – missionaries of old truths on the shore
Who'll be the first to assume ritual rhythm as their own
Who will assent to the power of the crazed shamans

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBxqwh7pjCw

joost a draft ofc