Serge so damn tired. Ontop of that, Serge was playing Soul Calibur III over at his friend, Steve's house. The man's room was so saturated with Axe that it was visible
, coating his monitor in a fine green mist, forcing us to face an assault against every sence we had in order to face off Taki vs Sophitia.
Worth it, as it always is, but I fear I've lost several thousands of brain cells in the process. I think it is painfuly obvious in the two awful comics below that I really struggled to make.
How the female is supposed to desire that stench is beyond me, for the fragrence offended my olfactory sences so much that every other system of my anatomy right down to the damn circlitory system struggled in agony for existing in the same universe of that un godly stink.
I think the apartments need more people saving it in the face of these new challenges it faces, and so...
Once again, I blame Axe. Axe: If you ever had doubt that there is a God, here is proof that He exists, and He loathes your existance.