191wjd: @Man_Of_Mer: Yeah, it's a trace and colour of a drawing I drew on 8.5x11in paper at 300ppi so it's going to be big, may as well if you have the size!
191wjd: I decided to move my little "comic project" to a blogger site to support better formatting and other advantages to posting pictures. the link is in the source, have fun! Please post commands on the blogger from now on, it'll make it easier for me.
191wjd: If you guys have any suggestions on other places to continue posting this, please msg me, otherwise, I'm going to move this to fanfiction.net and link from here.
191wjd: I decide what the next strip is after there is around 6+ comments or the things been up about 8 hours, so if you want more, give more suggestions!
A month ago you made yourself a promise, you’d stop fucking everything that moves in hopes of getting a night at a warm home. You’d stop drinking and move away to get far from your old life. You lived in Anvil and so had your family dating back 5 generations back to your great-great-great-great-grandmother, who had emigrated from Hammerfell and instantly made an honest living running errands for a writer and delivering mail and packages. Our whole family had followed this example and started a Postal Service which delivered to all of South-West Cyrodiil, that is until your mother died in that freak accident with her friend, and left the business up to you. You had fucked up the business worse than most people could hope to in 20 years, and you had done in a week. You did not want to think about that anymore. You were starting a new life today.
Today you had arrived in a foreign land, one you had only been told stories about as a young Khajiit. Today who could be whoever and whatever you wanted to be.
You decided that you had tainted your name and wanted something new. Something less Imperial, perhaps something that sounded a little more local, something Nordic.
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Today is the Beginning of the NEW you.
A month ago you made yourself a promise, you’d stop fucking everything that moves in hopes of getting a night at a warm home. You’d stop drinking and move away to get far from your old life. You lived in Anvil and so had your family dating back 5 generations back to your great-great-great-great-grandmother, who had emigrated from Hammerfell and instantly made an honest living running errands for a writer and delivering mail and packages. Our whole family had followed this example and started a Postal Service which delivered to all of South-West Cyrodiil, that is until your mother died in that freak accident with her friend, and left the business up to you. You had fucked up the business worse than most people could hope to in 20 years, and you had done in a week. You did not want to think about that anymore. You were starting a new life today.
Today you had arrived in a foreign land, one you had only been told stories about as a young Khajiit. Today who could be whoever and whatever you wanted to be.
You decided that you had tainted your name and wanted something new. Something less Imperial, perhaps something that sounded a little more local, something Nordic.
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