It has been three weeks since the battle of Hoover dam Me and my squad are searching for the remaining Legion heading south of good springs. I'm sick of it the hunting of these tribal killers look around to see the sands that cover this wasteland I look at my service rifle and my ranger revolver I'm one of 31 Front line grunts who hold the line and kept shooting in the end a new line of rangers was brought forth and I am one of them. We fallowed some tracks to an old shack we make our formation and storm the room what we found was slaves female slaves these are the legions breeding stock.The squad enters "well what do we do kill them ?" One o
I was drawing before I had even learned to walk properly. Its always been a thing I have done, like breathing, and I cannot seem to stop. I need that sweet sweet oxygen after all.
I've been feeling pretty down lately, my depression was getting on top of me. Then I realised I had been forgetting to post my finished art pieces on my DeviantArt page. So I thought I'd better get back on top of that. Then suddenly I have all these ...