Well, it's 23:00, and I'm alone in my room, I'm front of my crappy PC, listening to 10 year old music (Limp Bizkit: I have a problem) and writing something no one will ever read. Sometimes (meaning almost constantly) I wonder why I bother. The Wall is built and secure and I'm in the cement bunker, protected from everyone - and myself. Damn it. I think I'm somewhat depressed today.

I posted another gallery today. From the site's statistics (why do I bother checking them, anyway?) I think you people (whoever you are) will be pleased. Sorry, it's in Portuguese, it's what I had in stock. But do you really care about the dialogue? The comic is smoking hot, even if you don't understand squat of what it says.