Thanks. Yeah, the process gif is like the origin story for the drawing.

Also, there was cheese! Apple cheesecake!

Quaid, for a split second, thinks "Hmmmm. Maybe we should move here." No, no, let's go talk to the Merchant's Guild.

Back in the good old days... With the onset of organized play came campaign-specific rules and DMs became game referees and an Us Vs Them mentality developed where the players would try to one-up the DM

Quaid points, "You! Fat, bald man! You have some nerve delivering these totally under-sized, rancid frog legs to these good folks! Pack up this box and bring it back. In fact, we're coming with you!

Quaid will heft the frog legs into the fire. "These frog legs are totally unacceptable! Where I come from the thighs are as thick as a dwarf torso! Where is your supplier located? I'm going to have

Maybe Quaid can find a dwarven thesaurus under this here table. !search

"Maybe...? Ok, Grim. Eating men is bad. Killing men is bad. Eating frogs is good. Killing and eating frog men is like killing and eating men, NOT like killing and eating frogs."

"Um... that was Omar. Right?" Quaid shrugs his shoulders in a "Dwarves kind of all look alike manner"

This was one of the earliest comics I read. First introduction to both Bullseye and Elektra for me, so I wasn't emotionally invested in the character. Which was my main problem with the Afleck Daredevil

Sent you a message on steem.chat!

Unfortunately, no. We can communicate by email if you like.

I can help you out with simple drawings. Let me know what you need.

OOC: Although I just checked the last post. It said it was a crate of "Frog Legs." So... @simplegame, are those frog legs or frogMAN legs?

"GRRRIIMMMM!" Quaid runs into the kitchen.

Quaid sniffs the spice. "I'll bet Grim could use these... hey! Where is Grim?"

I will also excuse myself into the back alley after sipping my ale to go relieve myself so I can !search You know, for clues...

Quaid sniffs the air. "Yep, smells like frog legs in here. We are definitely in the right place. Spread out, see if you can find out from a waitress or barkeep where they get them from. We'll track

So wrong! So tasty!

I don't know, Kickman likes his women... "fully rendered, Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, know-what-I-mean"