*to be read in a old wizardly voice*
Since the dawn of man Mark T. Sedita has wondered the broken earth  dragging pens, pencils, brushes and styluses across surfaces until something bad happens. Like the prehistoric man he has touched the monolith and  it cursed him with the power to make drawings of gross dogs, emotional vampires, buff boys, and nasty ass reptiles.

His gods have cried his name from their kingdoms for more - they demand homage.

Avoiding this life is a luxury he cannot afford.

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