Hey, all! I'm proud to announce "March to the Beat of Your Own Drum", a zine centered around Sonic Underground's best drummerhog, Manic! Keep your eyes open for the proper interest check in about a week! In the meantime, check the Carrd for more info! https://marchtothebeatzine.carrd.co
japanese game dev in the 90s: hey dude can you make some music for our game about anime girls getting fucked sloppy style
guy who's about to push the PC-98 sound card to its absolute limit and create the most heartachingly beautiful music you've ever heard: Yeah okay
Feast your eyes on one of the strangest low-fives I have ever seen /lh:
Manic: “Man, that was close!”
Manic & Knuckles: “Euhhh...”
Source: Sonic Underground, Episode 27 (1999).
To be frank, I’m not entirely sure who this character is. But while I was looking through sprite resource for reasons, I found this twink who is both based on a tarot card and looks like a little shit, so naturally, I had to draw him with a pingas
A little Gnollvember piece for our buddy Todd over on FA (ToddCooper), featuring his bard guy, Argrok Ragejaw. ; )
Open starter for mutuals
The violet hedgehog stood on a roadside somewhere in the middle of the dystopian neon city, leaning on a light pole with his shades down over his eyes. He was having a difficult time with all cognitive function, catatonic with a loud ringing filling his ears. It was as if the internal operating system in his brain had stopped responding, though his heart was racing. He couldn’t even think just staring blankly across the street while hover cars zoomed by and passersby avoided getting near him. Soon his nose began to drip blood, twin black rivers running down over his lips and landing on the concrete at his feet.
Perhaps he recognized something about the approaching figure. That familiar shade of green, the hesitant stride, something. Who could say?
Manic stood by a mailbox, silently staring in the same direction as Viol. His emotions ran wild each time he saw this horrid creature, but he still stared. Scourges were handsome, even bloody-faced and drug-addled.
“Found more of these,” he muttered. He hurled a crumpled envelope full of miniature video cameras, landing in the blood at Viol’s feet. “Twelve in my bedroom, eight in my shower. Still big sweeping the main room. Thought you’d want them back.”
Sandylion being a good boy and sticking all the stars to the night sky :3
Sandylion being a good boy and sticking all the stars to the night sky :3
this episode aired in 2003
I missed drawing this little ball of chaotic energy 💚
Hazel Reviews Music despite lacking Any Expertise or Cultural Knowledge of Anything
- Floor - Oblation
I’m sure the rest of the high school talent show was very proud of you.