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This is Halloween?

Think-Indifferently

Published: Jan 3, 2009

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I made this picture roughly a year and a half ago for a contest a friend of mine was holding.

I don't even know how the contest ended... Oh well, it was a fun drawing. Perhaps I'll randomly try drawings like this again.

The "fuck-with-our-mind" type, I mean.

Character belongs to =RipfangDragon
Thieves shall be castrated

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