out of the three things we wanted to do today we spent too much time deciding what to do, and now it's half past 10 and our brian is slime. aaaaa
FUCK IT I'VE GOT THE BODY AND WE'RE DOING AT LEAST THIS ONE THING, TOMORROW BE DAMNED
WHO THE FUCK TOOK OUR ERASER
WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE PROBABLY DIDN'T PACK IT.
FUCK IT EXTRA SKETCHY
(with how this is going I think we're gonna be feeling this one in the morning. probably.)
using our old drawings as anatomy references (less "is this Correct" and more "how the fuck do we do this again") is fun
ah no oh no here comes the moment of "welp we messed up, guess it's time to give up" and NO I WILL NOT JUST YET. once more I curse our previously studied artstyle as realism leaning/focused, and-
Fuck It. I'm gonna try something.
I'm currently BLASTING THIS SONG and doing something cool. hopefully. sounds like Nidhogg thinks it's not the worst. yet. aaaaaa