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The works of a crazed writer and poser are within these walls. Enter at your own peril. No, seriously, I tend to get lost in here.

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C.4 - Boys Will Be Boys

"Are you sure you'll be alright out there? I don't want to find out that you lost all your gear and had to find shelter in a creepy cabin!"

"Oh don't worry Nana, we'll be fine! We're all adventurers and outdoorsmen here!"

Nana, the heart of the Ice Climbers duo, reluctantly stood down as Popo reassured her. It was the weekend at the Smash Mansion and many of the fighters were off doing their own thing. Some liked to visit the nearby city or family while others stayed at the mansion to train or spar with willing partners. For Popo, he had the grand idea to pack up camping equipment and spend the weekend in the woods with a few close friends. There was Toon Link, Ness, the male Villager, and even Lucas. This whole camping trip, in fact, was organized to celebrate Lucas' return, as all the boys were overjoyed to see him back.

Though Popo and Nana were not participating in this year's tournament, they stopped by every now and then to catch up with old friends.

"Status report! Toony, no problems with the tent?"

"Tent and sleeping bags are primed and ready!" Toon Link exclaimed with gusto.

"I got the axe, fishing rods and bug nets!" the male Villager cheered. "I even brought a shovel in case we find something cool!"

"I-I have the m-map and compass, and other things," Lucas said as he struggled with his backpack.

"Okay! And I've got the water and food," Ness added with a nod of his head.

Popo clapped his hands and pointed to the woods beyond the Smash Mansion. His antics went unappreciated by Nana and the female Villager who stood nearby to make sure they all were really ready for the woods. Though everyone was happy to see Lucas return, it was Popo and Toon Link's idea to gather all the boys to celebrate out in the woods. And, seeing as they were boys, that meant no girls allowed. It was nothing personal of course. Boys will be boys!

"Alright everyone! Let's move out!" Popo ordered. With a wave of his hand the group began to make their way down a forest trail. "So long you two! We'll be back Monday morning!"

With a hearty whoop and the beginnings of a scout song the boys trudged down the forest trail and soon dipped out of sight. Nana sighed and looked after them, tempted to follow them along just to make sure they would be alright. She noticed the pink-haired Villager next to her and took comfort in her usual bright smile. Like many characters from Animal Crossing, the female Villager was no stranger to seeing good friends go away for awhile. She patted Nana's shoulder and turned her away to head back into the mansion.

"They'll be fine. Uno knows how to handle himself out in the woods, and I'm certain everyone else does too. The only thing they'll have to worry about is the weather, but if they're smart, they'll camp often," the female Villager, Hoa, replied.

"I guess you're right," Nana agreed. "Plus, if they run into any wolves, Ness or Lucas could scare them off with their PK powers."

"Aye, that's the spirit! You just gotta keep thinking positive." Hoa shrugged her shoulders. "I mean seriously... These are five stubborn boys who know how to handle themselves in the great outdoors. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Hmm... Poison ivy, splinters, insect bites, bee stings and terrible colds..." Dr. Mario looked down from his checklist and to the five boys occupying a bench in his clinic. "Looks like you boys had plenty of fun!"

Yes, what could possibly go wrong did in fact, go wrong. After the weekend was over and Monday morning rolled along, Nana and Hoa found the boys trudging back up to the Smash Mansion with mud up to their knees, bites and rashes over their skin and a distinctive lack of equipment. They looked like they had just been through hell and back instead of having gone on a lovely camping trip. It appeared that the boys had suffered too many setbacks out in the woods and got themselves lost while losing bits and pieces of valuable equipment. It was a relief that they managed to get back to the mansion at all!

Every boy gathered had something wrong with them from Toon Link's cold to Uno's stung face. Only Lucas seemed the most well-off out of the bunch with just a mild poison ivy rash.

"I'm afraid most of you will have to miss out on smash battles for a few days, at least until you're all better," Mario explained. He looked over to Lucas and Popo. "I don't-a want to keep any of you waiting for me, so... Lucas? Popo? Why don't you both go and take a nice warm bath and put on some clean clothes? The oil sticks well to clothes and skin, so wash well and come back."

"Ugh... I think I got a cold too," Popo whined as he sat up with Lucas. Both couldn't fight the urge to itch. "Nana's going to give me a stern talking to when I see her again."

As Popo and Lucas scampered off to take a bath, Uno the Villager looked to the others and groveled.

"I'm sorry guys, I didn't know about the beehives and insect nests."

"You didn't even hear the buzzing, did you?" Toon Link asked before sneezing. "Th-that was the first thing I noticed when we set up camp..."

"I just thought that someone was hungry, or that mosquitos were around! I'm not in Animal Village, so who was I to know what kinds of bugs there were around here?"

"True, true, but that didn't mean you had to pocket the beehive!" Ness shouted. He too was covered in stings and bites. "You brought a husk of destruction along. Didn't that seem like a terrible idea to you?"

"Hey! I thought it was empty after the first barrage! I was going to take it and sell it off to get some medicine!" Uno said in his defense.

"Well, it didn't work out now, did it?" Toon Link retorted.

Mario took the opportunity to step in.

"Boys, boys! Passing blame won't-a help anybody," he interjected with a comforting tone of voice. He clasped his hands together and looked over to Toon Link. "You should go and take a bath as well. With all that dirt on you I can't figure out if it's only a cold or something else."

The hero of the seas sneezed again and got up from the bench. When he went off, both Ness and the Villager glared at the doctor.

"Hey! Why do they get to go clean up before us?" Ness asked.

"Ah, well, their problems are minor compared to yours. Toon Link has splinters in his skin, but a good bath will help him out with that cold, along with some rest. As for you two, I want to make sure no stingers are left in either of you!" The portly plumber/doctor flicked on a small flashlight to examine Ness and Uno. "When were you stung?"

"I think it was... Sunday morning?" Uno wondered aloud as he looked over to Ness for confirmation. "Yeah, that, then the afternoon when they started coming out of my pockets."

"So it's been more than 24 hours since you both were last stung..." Mario rubbed his chin and hummed in thought. He turned off his flashlight and stood up straight. "I see you tried your hand at first aid. Not the best work, but every little bit counts. Let's-a-go and see what I can do for you."

Mario went off to his medicine cabinet and took out a pair of tweezers, a roll of bandages, some ointment and antibiotic cream. He glanced over his shoulder at Ness and Uno and took notice of how uncomfortable they looked before reaching back into the cabinet and pulling out a few antihistamines for the itching. A part of Mario liked taking care of children. Working in the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario had to take care of a few Toad children and found that he enjoyed every minute of it. Though impatient and somewhat annoying at times, they were very grateful for everything that was handed to them.

The doctor came back with his supplies and worked the two boys over with his tweezers getting stingers out. How on earth these boys managed to walk around with barbs in their arms and stingers in their necks was incredible. Luigi could hardly stand having a hangnail and yet these boys were sitting there without a problem. Well, of course they flinched, cringed and cried out when Mario pulled out a few thorns and the like, but on the whole they were troopers.

"I miss instant-use medicine packets!" Uno cried as Mario plucked stingers out of his cheeks.

"And I miss having PSI healing!" Ness added as he too went through the same torture.

"I'm not allowed to have rayguns in the clinic after last year's Franklin Badge incident," Mario reminded them. "And even then, I doubt I would shoot one of my patients, even if it had the potential to heal them."

"Oh! That's right!" Uno snapped his fingers and looked over to Ness. "The Hypoquatic Oath for doctors!"

"It's the Hippocratic Oath, dingus," Ness corrected. "It means doctors cannot harm their patients, and th- Hey wait a minute!"

Mario had already started on giving Uno his medicine and bandaging him up. He looked up from his work and to Ness with a confused, sheepish smile. Oh boy, this was going to be fun.

"If doctors are supposed to 'do no harm', how come you're fighting all of us, Mario?"

"Well my boy, it's quite simple." Mario stood up straight, clicked his heels together and tweezed his mustache. He smiled, though to Ness and Uno, it was an unnerving one. "You see, I do no harm here, but in Smash Brothers... Anything goes!"

The boys gulped at that and toned their complaints and groans down for the remainder of their visit. Toon Link, Popo and Lucas soon returned and received their own doses of medication for colds and poison ivy while Ness and Uno were covered up in bandages and given antihistamines. Pretty soon the boys were looking much better, though in need of some rest and perhaps a lecture. Mario wasn't the type to give the boys the latter. He knew that Nana and Hoa, the other Villager, were going to do that job for him!

C.5 - Break a Leg, Sonic!

"Now now, there's no need to be so hard on yourself. He'll be just fine."

"In your care, yeah, I know that doc, but I still feel plenty guilty."

The portly plumber in white packed a doctor's bag full with gauze, stockinettes, padding, fiberglass material and other casting supplies. Though most of the smashers enjoyed taking it easy when they had free time, there were those who trained to no end. The Fire Emblem characters, Link, Little Mac and the Wii Fit Trainers could always be found honing their skills in the Smash Mansion's training rooms. They were considerate and didn't push themselves or others too hard when they trained. However, there was always the possibility of injury, even out of combat.

Mario slung his bag over his arm and looked up to the male incarnation of the Wii Fit Trainer.

"Don't-a be. I was expecting something like this to happen ever since he joined us in Brawl."

"You were expecting this?" asked the male.

The two men exited the Smash Clinic and took to the stairs. On the upper floors were gender-separated bathhouses and fighter accommodations. It was required that all fighters had and maintained their own rooms during the Smash tournament, even if a fighter had a home or lodgings somewhere else. Master Hand explained that it was for security reasons as well as for fighters to interact with each other. Sometimes there would be problems between two residents, but in time the problems would be solved.

"Oh yes! I saw his legs and thought it was an accident waiting to happen." Mario chuckled and smoothed out his coat and scrubs as he walked. "So, let me guess. You and your sister saw Sonic and figured he could do with some leg muscle, yes?"

"Yeah," the male Trainer replied abashedly. "His cardiovascular health is impeccable in spite of those chili dogs he guzzles down, but his muscles are near nonexistent. I can't see him lifting anything heavy."

"Mhmm! That's Sonic for you. He's-a pure speed type of person."

"I figured he would have beefed up quite a bit if he went after it like he did running. When I told him about it he said he was willing and able." The male Trainer scratched his nose. "I wasn't expecting him to break his leg five minutes in, though."

"Sonic was actually willing to lift weights? That's unlike him," Mario replied with narrowed eyes and a thoughtful grunt. "Then again, some smashers have told me they've been having odd dreams and nightmares. Perhaps this is weighing on the mind and interfering with day-to-day activities? Ah, I'll have to sit down with Sonic and ask him what he thinks."

After a few more topics had been tossed around, Mario and the male Trainer reached Sonic's room. The blue emblem of the speedster's head was plastered to the door along with a few paper notices, usually about some kind of party hosted by one of the many princesses around the mansion. Mario bid farewell to the Trainer, seeing as he didn't need him for this house call, and raised his gloved hand to the door. He knocked six times, as fitting for the beginnings of his overworld theme.

"Yoohoo! Sonic! It's-a-me, Mario!"

"Huh? Oh Mario! Come on in buddy; door's open," Sonic said from beyond the door.

Mario saw himself into Sonic's room and took a look around. The blue speedster had a disorganized room with papers and clutter strewn about as if he was still in college. Various trophies and pictures of younger, better days could be seen propped up against the furniture and pinned to the walls. Like Mario, Sonic was a very sentimental person and held onto old knick-knacks. Further in Mario could see the blue hedgehog lying in bed with his leg propped up on a throw pillow.

"You look comfortable. That's a good thing," Mario started.

"You know I'd rather be out running, right?" Sonic retorted. He sighed and rested his hands behind his head. "I guess it takes a broken bone for me to finally relax."

"Mhmm. I know just how you're feeling, but any broken bone will put you back, not just a leg. Once I broke my collarbone when I was a teenager. I tried to keep moving and running about, but it only made the pain worse."

"How'd you break your collarbone?" Sonic asked.

"Cycling accident. Anyway, let's see what I can do to help you." Mario leaned over and examined Sonic's right leg. "Mr. Trainer helped prop this leg up, yes? How did you break your leg anyway?"

Sonic hissed when Mario's fingers rain over the point of fracture. He shook his head and uttered another sigh, this time layered with embarrassment.

"He talked me into doing some weightlifting and I said okay. He wanted me to try squats with weights, and I lost my balance and let a weight fall on my leg. Hey, you ever get this thing in your head when someone runs something by you? That little voice that says, 'yeah, that sounds like fun, go ahead'?" Sonic chuckled despite flinching away from Mario's probing fingers. "Lifting weights just seemed right at the moment. I can't really explain it."

"I see..."

The Italian doctor did a few more checks and touch-ups on Sonic's leg before reaching into his doctor's bag. He pulled out a few rolls of thin stockinettes and cotton padding and set them down nearby. Next, he reached up to untie Sonic's right running shoe and gingerly slipped it off along with his sock. With that out of the way Mario unrolled the stockinettes and began to apply them against the broken leg. The fracture wasn't that bad, so it only warranted a short-leg cast.

"Sonic, have you been having odd dreams recently? Any nightmares?"

"Why do you want to know?" Sonic asked. He looked over at his lower leg and noticed how it was being covered in white stockinettes. "I don't see h-"

"I'm just curious. Maybe there's a connection between odd dreams and odd behavior. I mean, I can't see you lifting weights."

"Yeah, good point doc." Sonic thought for a moment. "Uh... You won't tell anyone if I told you, right?"

"Of course! I'm bound by doctor-patient confidentiality. My lips are sealed," Mario reassured his speedy friend.

"Alright, well, I guess I was a little out of it when the Wii Fit Trainer came around. I've been having these weird dreams about fighting these undead creatures, shooting guns and leaping from rooftops into hay piles. Each dream it's like I'm someone completely different too!"

"And when did this start happening?"

Mario finished up on the stockinettes and moved on to cotton padding. He wrapped it around the hedgehog's fractured leg and made sure it was nice and tight before securing it with a little bit of medical tape. It wasn't a cast just yet, but at least Sonic's leg would begin to heal correctly and be comfortable. Mario heard Sonic's uncomfortable whine as he brought out the fiberglass cast material and dipped it in water only to plaster it against the cast in progress.

"Jeez, that's cold!" Sonic grumbled, but he did what he could to keep his leg still. "I guess these dreams started... About five years ago."


"I mean uh, it must have started since the beginning of this year's tournament. I don't remember having any trouble during the Brawl season."

"Odd, very odd, Sonic." Mario rubbed the fiberglass material over the blue speedster's heel and began to work up from there. "A few others have said they've had odd dreams as well. So far it's harmless, other than the loss of sleep and a bit of distraction. I'm sure it's just a passing thing, but if it isn't, I'd recommend a hot drink before bed, like tea."

"Tea? Ugh." Sonic shook his head and stuck out his tongue. "I could never stand that strong stuff. Tails loves it when he's working in the workshop, but me? Nosirebob."

"Not all tea is strong. You should see Princess Peach or Zelda if you're interested." Mario chuckled and looked up at his patient. "But I hear you. I'm not much for tea either. I prefer Starbeans coffee."

At that Sonic chuckled and laid back in his bed. Mario, as a doctor, was a little concerned about the whole dream situation, but he was known to fix problems with the body, not the mind. He wasn't a psychologist. The least he could do was offer odd cultural remedies and his support. Mario smoothed out the rest of the fiberglass material on Sonic's leg and produced some scissors to trim off excess bits. Once he was finished he dusted his hands and placed the remainder of his materials back into his doctor's bag.

"There we go! Now, I want you to stay still for a few minutes while the fiberglass dries out." Mario handed Sonic a piece of paper with a few notes written on it about how to take care of his cast. "I take it this isn't the first time you've had a cast, but just as a reminder, don't push yourself. Rest and relax, bathe with some sort of waterproof protection around the cast, like a plastic bag, and let me know if you experience any pain or swelling."

"Do you know if I could get a crutch?"

"Yes! Thank you for reminding me, as I've forgotten to bring one myself!" Mario slapped his forehead and laughed. "I'll bring one around soon."

"Thanks a lot, doc. I guess sitting down with my feet up isn't so bad," Sonic mused.

"Indeed! In a few days Master Hand is letting us all head to the beach for some well deserved rest and relaxation. You could get a good tan while you're there with the rest of us!" Mario cheered.

Sonic thought that over for a moment before grinning.

"As long as there's a hotdog stand nearby, I'm game!"

Unbeknownst to the plumber and speedster, there was something afoot. Somewhere in the Smash Mansion there had been a disturbance of peace and quiet, and it went under the radar of all but one of the smashers. Samus, having finished her own training, came out from the woman's locker room with a towel around her shoulders and went to head upstairs when she noticed a cardboard box in the corner of her vision. At first she paid it no mind as it was just an ordinary box of no significance, but she thought about just that and turned on her heel. The ordinary, completely inconspicuous cardboard box had disappeared without a trace.

And Samus, being the gung-ho bounty hunter she was, knew who was to blame. At least, that's what she thought at first...
Stubborn Wounds
"Happy now, wench?"
"Kinda, kinda not. Now we're even."
"You think you can make it back to the village with those wounds? You won't last ten minutes in the jungle with a cut like that."
"I've lasted longer than any other woman just being near you. A frickin' jungle oughta be a walk through a rose garden!"
"Your stubbornness won't see you-"
"Oh don't talk to me about stubbornness, you donkey-faced bastard."
I'm no stranger to death. Growing up as a kid death was all around you. I walked on streets paved with the blood of soldiers who fought for this country, I listened to the radio and heard about what was going on in other countries, and the media certainly didn't pull any punches. Shadaloo had its roots deep in the world at the time I was beginning to question things on my own. I could always tell when someone important died at their hands; whenever my father came home with a defeated look on his face I knew that he hadn't lost just a case but a client as well. Sometimes the victim, of Shadaloo or something accidental or natural, would be someone close, and I would sit there feeling a tightness in my chest.

It's what I feel now, this tightness in my chest that keeps my lungs from drawing in a full breath.

"Han? Can you- Can you look at me? I know this is hard, but we could use your cooperation."

The lies had been shoveled my way long before I sat down in one of the confined rooms of Seoul's police department. I had gotten good at translating these lies into something I can understand, so I knew what was on these officers' minds before it could pass from their lips. None of them had ever dealt with this kind of thing themselves; not even me, and I wasn't trying to bullshit myself like these officers were for the sake of rapport.

I looked up and focused on the gangly man across from me to try and reassure him that I wasn't having a hard time, but there was no doubt in my mind that he mistook my look for that of a glare, and in that sense he probably thought I was, indeed, having trouble coping.

"Would you like anything to drink? Some water or-"

"Just get on with the questioning," I murmured.

The fact that I wasn't curled up with a cup of coffee in the lobby but rather confined to this little room only served to remind me that I was a suspect. After what I had gone through the very least they could do was give me some comfort.

"Okay. Well, I- We've asked you enough already. Your story checks out well with us as well. We're not passing judgement upon you, and we're not tossing accusations either." The officer, Sok Myung Ki, leaned forward and clasped his hands together upon the table that sat between us. "What happened wasn't your fault; you couldn't have known about the poison."

More lies. Of course they were passing judgement. I was the scapegoat instead of the demon this time around, so everyone was eyeing me up with suspicion. They wanted to know why I would go through such great lengths as to send a poisoned bottle of liquor to myself if I knew that Mrs. Tong would be the first one to want to have a taste. None of the officers outright accused me of this, though I knew that it was only a matter of time.

"You suspect me," I stated.

"We shouldn't. But with things the way they are now with a murder on our hands and you here as a chief witness, we have no choice but to write you up as a suspect," Myung replied.

"What about Hanako?"

"That was the name on the package, yes. Mrs. Tong's friend. She's adamant that she didn't send any packages recently, nor did she know about your dojo business as was written in the note. She'll be a suspect as well."

"But you don't suspect her," I answered for him, seeing as he danced around my question.

Myung either ignored me or chose not to shut me down.

"Do you have reason to suspect her?"

"I've never met her, but from what Tong said before all this happened I wager she's just another little old lady. I don't imagine she has arsenic in her kitchen cabinets." I leaned forward and gave the officer a cold look. "Looks like she and I have something in common."

The officer, once again, ignored that comment. He probably assumed that I meant that neither of us had arsenic on hand. What I meant to say was that we were both scapegoats, but I was the pick of the litter with a track record a mile long. Someone must have forged this old lady's handwriting until it was good enough to fool Tong, who in turn would fool me, unknowingly, into drinking poisoned liquor. But since I survived through a stroke of stupidly good luck while Tong did not, I was the prime suspect. I had no reason to poison anyone, let alone the only person in this city who regarded me with such warmth.

Only scum did something that heartless, and believe me, despite all my crimes and colorfulness, I still have some sense of pride.

"Do you have any idea as to who could have done this, then?" Myung asked. There was something in his tone that made me believe he was humoring me. "Anyone who might want you dead?"

If the situation wasn't so serious I would have laughed right then and there.

"That's a big list you're asking me to make. We could start with the names of the SIN members who are still on the run, the remnants of Shadaloo, your fellow officers, the people of this city… The list goes on and on."

"I assure you that none of our officers-"

"Are suspected of doing something this heinous, I know, I know," I interjected. Still, I had wanted to prove a point to him. "Look, there's a lot of people out there who want me dead. It wouldn't have bothered me if I had been attacked on my own... But that wasn't the case today."

My shitlist was massive before I had arrived home, and it had only grown since my two week stay. My cynicism and paranoia fed each other until I had begun to suspect every citizen in this city of having their own special spot marked on my back for their daggers. The notable characters included the police officers, concerned parents, common career criminals and generally anyone who looked at me funny. Yet out of all the names I had swarming about in my mind, one was pushed to the top. It was a baseless accusation but damnit even I wanted to convince this officer to look the other way for awhile.

"How about Song Kyung Su?"

"Kyung? The owner of that dojo downtown?" Myung Ki gave me an icy stare. "What makes you suspect him?"

"I have a feeling," I muttered. "We both run our own dojos. I'm just getting my foot in the door while his business is steady on his feet. Maybe he doesn't want competition."

I had nothing to go on. Out of all the people in this city, it made sense to me that Kyung Su had some kind of resentment towards me that outweighed the simple, petty fear and distrust of the common citizen. Competition has a tendency to bring out the worst in people, after all. But I won't lie any longer. I suspected Kyung Su for one simple reason: from the moment I saw him at his dojo I knew that I didn't like him, and it transcended far beyond simple rivalry.

"That's quite an accusation, Han. Personally I fail to see how he could be involved in this, but we'll investigate."

"Yeah. Do that." We shared a quiet moment together before I voiced a question. "Do you know when you can release Tong's body?"

"It won't be for another couple of days," Myung Ki replied. "We've already contacted both of her children. One of them should be coming back to South Korea in a week to take care of arrangements."


After exchanging a few more words Myung Ki pressed me for my number, address, general contact information and all the weight that came with being a suspect. Something told me that the police weren't going to do a proper investigation of Tong's murder and were using it as an excuse to keep a close eye on me. Plenty of people knew the Tongs, and with her name up there in the obituaries people needed someone to blame. Forbidden to leave Seoul until the investigation was over, I realized that I was indeed being played for the scapegoat. Until I was no longer listed as a suspect the people of Seoul were bound to try making my life a living hell.

I left the police department not too long after that feeling cynical as usual. The police, the so-called guardians of society, could not be trusted or relied on. In my experience they never got anything done unless the squeaky wheel- for instance, a certain China doll- did her damndest to move ahead. Simply talking to the officers was like pouring salt upon the wounds, but I tried to find the positives in what I had done.

If I maintain my innocence and convince others of it, soon the people will cast doubt over this whole event. When the people as a collective begin to lose faith in society's law and order institutions, that's when things step up. People get restless and angry, and soon the card that the police holds in their hand, the act of leaving me as a prime suspect, will burn away. To save face they'll have no choice but to do a thorough investigation. But I had no desire to let the police do their work unhindered.

The familiar sensation of venom flooding into my veins gave birth to a mirthless smile. If I was planning on leaving Seoul before, I certainly couldn't do it now. With Tong dead and the dojo in shambles- my fault of course- there was no other option than to figure out who was behind the poisoning. Damned if I cared about the attempt on my life; it was the murder of someone close to me that pumped vengeance back into my system. Someone had to pay for what they did to her, for what they tried to do to me.

Someone had to die.
The Spider's Academy Pt.5
Chapter title "Venom".


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Hello, my name is Mark Barden, or Major Mario, depending on if you find me on Steam or in Team Fortress 2. I write Street Fighter fanfiction and create pictures using Valve's Garry's Mod. If you would like a request, don't be shy to send it to me. I can do just about anything, provided it isn't explicit, extremely complicated, or if it involves photoshop.

My stance on photoshop is this: you use it because you want your art appreciated by everyone, and if you do use it, you weren't satisfied with what your skills gave at first. I don't use photoshop for major or minor edits because I'm happy with what I have. I'm satisfied enough to accept the work as is. Art should be carried out with the artist in mind, not with the masses nagging at your noggin. Create for yourself, then show it off.
Typing with one hand is terrible. Hello everyone; I'm still alive. I recently had an operation about a few days ago. It has to do with the problem downstairs but it got fixed up a few days ago. A hydrocele they call it. I'm gonna be out of commission for two weeks while this heals. On top of that we don't have any Internet at home.

When I get back to working order and when we have Internet I'll be posting some stories on the site. Mostly house calls and spiders academy. Yeah I'm still working on the latter.

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majormario Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
:iconpsychomantisplz::iconsaysplz: "Aaahh! Yes! I can see it now! Your memory card is open to me! You like Castlevania, don't you?"

Not so much a fan of Awakening as I am a fan of Tharja. She rubs me all the right ways. A guilty pleasure of a muse.
Mitsy4357 Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
He he Hello there! ^_^
Psycho Mantis Cosplay by Mitsy4357  
majormario Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Dammit Psycho Mantis! Go be overpowered somewhere else! Poor kid oughta be playing with legos instead of fiddling with people's minds and instilling SUCH A LUST FOR REVENGE.
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ImmediateLight Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
A fantasy version of Juri? >;3
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