*cough* six months past due *cough*
Hey Danny, sorry it took me a half a year to answer your five questions from that thing. I'm what is commonly referred to as lazy and distractible.
1.) If tomorrow you woke up male and remained that way for the next 24 hours, how would you spend that day?
I'd masturbate, then I'd go to a bar and try to pick up and fuck a chick, then I'd go to a gay bar and try to pick up and fuck a guy. Rinse. Repeat.
2.) If you could write a song knowing everyone in the world would hear it, what would it be about and in what musical style would it be?
Eeeegads. I'm not terribly musically inclined. Something in the style of "I Want" by Recoil, something scary and mean, and the song would tell people horrible truths. Hopefully I'd make everyone cry and hate themselves.
3.) You're walking to your car alone at night in an unfamiliar neighborhood when you are attacked by a lone man. He wrestles you into his van and drives you to a secluded cabin, where he traps you in the basement and laughingly explains you'll be his next victim. He'll do unspeakable things to you come morning, but for now he'll leave you alone to wallow in fear. With this he closes the door and locks it.
Plan your escape, and be specific. If you wish, you can choose not to escape, but instead walk me through how he kills you. Or you can describe both, your death and your escape. Up to you.
I'm assuming that the man has taken my backpack, checked my pockets, and I'm locked in an empty space with no windows and the door hinges on the outside of a door with a fancy lock and that the rafters, the walls, et cetera don't have perceivable weaknesses. Hm. Well you said it's a cabin, I'd check the rafters for any wood or nails loose enough to be pulled down and made into any sort of weapon. Best case scenario a hefty piece of wood I can hit him on the head with, worst case scenario a tiny and moist sliver. If it's the worst-case scenario I may tie some crappy slivers into my shirt, make some holes in it, throw it at him when he opens the door, hope for a break in his confusion. I'd try to run past and grab for weapons as I pass through the house (hopefully I saw some on the way to the basement). Run like fuck into the woods, or if by intense luck his car keys were hanging on a nail with a giant sign saying CAR KEYS I'd grab his van. If I can't put any distance between us and I couldn't get any weapons I guess I'd try to hit his nose with the palm of my hand and splinter the bridge, pushing the splinters up into his brain (cause, fun!), try to punch him as hard as I can in the throat, try to bite him as hard as I can in the throat, hopefully ripping something terribly vital. This if he's built so that I don't think I can take him by punching his fucking face a lot. If he has say a chainsaw on him, I'd just run if I didn't find a weapon. I admit I don't know much about fighting, or survival scenarios. So probably he'd kill me. I'd try to fight though.
4.) I've seen your art numerous times, and it's always beautiful. Where does your inspiration come from, and how did you come by your unique art style?
Thanks :) Hm. Inspiration comes mainly from me thinking "that'd be so cool, I think I'll try to draw it." My best stuff always comes when I'm being honest, if I'm trying to fake anything it always looks like crap. My style's a mish-mash of everything I see that I think is neat, a certain way to draw hair, or eyes, or whatnot. Every time I read Hellsing I have at least five pages of monsters in my sketchbook with Hellsing eyes and teeth. So I guess I'm a combination of my influences.
5.) It may be a bit selfish of me to ask you this, since these are supposed to be about you, but since I have the opportunity to ask:
What do you think about me? Be honest.
I think you're pretty cool, you're a good writer and artist with imagination and humour, but if you went with your instincts more instead of trying to figure out how you're being perceived and acting based off that, you'd be better off. I might be projecting my problems on you though, since it's definitely one that fucks with me at times.
1.) If tomorrow you woke up male and remained that way for the next 24 hours, how would you spend that day?
I'd masturbate, then I'd go to a bar and try to pick up and fuck a chick, then I'd go to a gay bar and try to pick up and fuck a guy. Rinse. Repeat.
2.) If you could write a song knowing everyone in the world would hear it, what would it be about and in what musical style would it be?
Eeeegads. I'm not terribly musically inclined. Something in the style of "I Want" by Recoil, something scary and mean, and the song would tell people horrible truths. Hopefully I'd make everyone cry and hate themselves.
3.) You're walking to your car alone at night in an unfamiliar neighborhood when you are attacked by a lone man. He wrestles you into his van and drives you to a secluded cabin, where he traps you in the basement and laughingly explains you'll be his next victim. He'll do unspeakable things to you come morning, but for now he'll leave you alone to wallow in fear. With this he closes the door and locks it.
Plan your escape, and be specific. If you wish, you can choose not to escape, but instead walk me through how he kills you. Or you can describe both, your death and your escape. Up to you.
I'm assuming that the man has taken my backpack, checked my pockets, and I'm locked in an empty space with no windows and the door hinges on the outside of a door with a fancy lock and that the rafters, the walls, et cetera don't have perceivable weaknesses. Hm. Well you said it's a cabin, I'd check the rafters for any wood or nails loose enough to be pulled down and made into any sort of weapon. Best case scenario a hefty piece of wood I can hit him on the head with, worst case scenario a tiny and moist sliver. If it's the worst-case scenario I may tie some crappy slivers into my shirt, make some holes in it, throw it at him when he opens the door, hope for a break in his confusion. I'd try to run past and grab for weapons as I pass through the house (hopefully I saw some on the way to the basement). Run like fuck into the woods, or if by intense luck his car keys were hanging on a nail with a giant sign saying CAR KEYS I'd grab his van. If I can't put any distance between us and I couldn't get any weapons I guess I'd try to hit his nose with the palm of my hand and splinter the bridge, pushing the splinters up into his brain (cause, fun!), try to punch him as hard as I can in the throat, try to bite him as hard as I can in the throat, hopefully ripping something terribly vital. This if he's built so that I don't think I can take him by punching his fucking face a lot. If he has say a chainsaw on him, I'd just run if I didn't find a weapon. I admit I don't know much about fighting, or survival scenarios. So probably he'd kill me. I'd try to fight though.
4.) I've seen your art numerous times, and it's always beautiful. Where does your inspiration come from, and how did you come by your unique art style?
Thanks :) Hm. Inspiration comes mainly from me thinking "that'd be so cool, I think I'll try to draw it." My best stuff always comes when I'm being honest, if I'm trying to fake anything it always looks like crap. My style's a mish-mash of everything I see that I think is neat, a certain way to draw hair, or eyes, or whatnot. Every time I read Hellsing I have at least five pages of monsters in my sketchbook with Hellsing eyes and teeth. So I guess I'm a combination of my influences.
5.) It may be a bit selfish of me to ask you this, since these are supposed to be about you, but since I have the opportunity to ask:
What do you think about me? Be honest.
I think you're pretty cool, you're a good writer and artist with imagination and humour, but if you went with your instincts more instead of trying to figure out how you're being perceived and acting based off that, you'd be better off. I might be projecting my problems on you though, since it's definitely one that fucks with me at times.