Bird. From 2019.

Bird. From 2019.

Road lord Torafk Troks. Simply not a fun guy. Will chase you across multiple countries for stuff he doesn't even know the value of as long as it's his.

Some art that looks cool I think. Belated happy easter.

Unit SE-3134 had been taken far from base, so returned by a trail seldom travelled by. There she came across a relic from years long gone. The handle of a sword jutted out of a worn-down stone, and there remained the whisper of an old message carved into its surface; the blade would be lifted by the hand of one pure of heart, to unite all the realms in war and in peace. The hands of the impure would be burnt for their arrogance. Unit SE-3134 wrapped her hand around the sword; not the handle, for it was too small; and immediately was aglow with heat. Before she could remove herself her whole hand had melted off, and a great havoc was wrought upon the circuitry underneath. Evidently the sword believed her heart was impure. She was a killing machine, after all. She hadn't imagined she'd had a heart at all before.

For Robot Day on Newgrounds

Strián, a troll archer. He's like 2 metres tall and surely not thinking about the war. Like most trolls (who, being big guys who eat a lot, used to hibernate in the winter) he tends to start falling asleep when he sees snow. Or perhaps he's learning how to read in that second image and his teacher's choice of book is boring him.

pov ur a very big very fucked fly

(fig never does this in the story; distinct possibility it never even comes up)