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Day 1.
Ralph exits his mud hut, with joints cracking at every move. His skin pasty and his body shaking. He feels the bliss of the warm sun on his scaly skin.
He looks up at the blinding orb. It was begging him to remove his only protection, his radical eyewear.
He hesitates but inevitably gives in to the begging of the sun. Without anything in the way of his eyes and the large scorching sphere, he wails like a banshee.



Wut
If you don’t understand, just look into his eyes for a few minutes
i didn’t realize this was a group until the 3rd pic
……….first of all all things aside
you’re actually really, really talented
i’m just gonna apologize rn that you’re going to waste that talet on art of me but damn if you actually do the 30 days i will have to make some kind of, idk, art collage of all it
Stick nodes is the only reason an extrovert like me stays sane. Like, seriously, I couldn’t *get* into any sites except for this one.
You deserve this dumb-dumb. Made me open up. Eugh.