One man’s throwaway joke is another man’s overly dramatic headcanon. I like to think he could actually play piano, but his ability degraded with the world around him. Funny game
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a: you know, I did actually know how to play the piano before. it wasn’t something I wanted to do. just something else my parents forced on me.
k: I bet you were amazing!
a: I know you’re only saying that because you’re deep in self delusion, but I was. I began to actually enjoy myself, and kept up the habit. Probably the only good thing I learned from my parents. Yeah. Losing that to this wretched turn hurt. …I think. Frankly I don’t remember or care anymore.
k: would you wanna try relearn now we’re out? Y’know, now that you can actually keep things going for more than a week.
Anyway, I advertised a Pizza Game fangame for a school project! Got a C on it. Went well! Vacation’s going great, and HOPEFULLY I can get to drawing some more fanart soon. Image attached was the poster used for the advertisement. Characters go as followed (top left, top right, bottom left, bottom middle, bottom right.)
Emo arrogant goth turned into Walkie-Talkie because of WaCkY MAGic
Carpet (like the rugs) Scientist who talks too much
Goofy ahh Metal Pipe collector with pockets full of Pipes (also a Pipe smuggler)
Shy goofy ahh protag
Robot guy who, instead of wanting to kill humanity, wants to kill mosquitos.
every time i eat one of these fucking things my soul goes away and i become a mafia boss smoking a fat fucking cigar pondering the next sap on my hit list