I have no idea what to title this post.
I'm so, so, so very sorry. I really am. I promise I'm not being sarcastic.
I suppose, since I have nothing else to do, I should introduce you to Markus. Markus is a monster, obviously. He only exists in my imagination, but he's awesome. If you've seen the other pictures I've drawn, Markus is the third one down. I'll also put him on this post, if you're too lazy to click the link.
Like I've mentioned before, Markus is totally, completely, and absolutely the product of my imagination. He doesn't exist anywhere else. He was my best friend in Sixth grade, and he technically does whatever I ask him to do. Like, if I told Markus to eat this person that I hate, or give Wesley a piggy back ride, he'd gladly do so. No questions asked.
I guess I should put some pictures of Markus on here!
Wait, first I need to ask him to say hello. Say hi please, Markus. And be polite.
Why Markus. That's hardly polite. You need to learn some manners. Perhaps I should send you to a manners school of some sort?
Markus, I'm simply horrified of your manners today. Go away this instant. NOW.
WHY MARKUS! HOW DARE YOU! GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!
Finally. I'm very sorry, usually he's much more polite....
Sara Williams, I thought dear Mr. Markus didn't exist until Digital Illustration last year! or was he just named then? 'cause I distinctly remember naming him (and then you spelling his name like my brother's IKEA desk chair). I still have the pictures...somewhere.
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