Good evening/afternoon/morning, cracklings. Is there anybody alive out there?
It certainly has been a long time since last I put finger to keyboard in the spirit of correspondence, hasn't it. Almost three months, in fact. And this missal, the first for a third of a year, will probably be the last for many years.
You see, cracklings, the General and I have discovered the delights of Russell Group universities. What with the bi-weekly essays and eight-hour workdays and thirty-book reading lists, we've found ourselves with little enough time for drinking steins of whiskey and dressing up as Victorians, let alone routinely drawing, scanning and uploading anything coherent and entertaining.
Well, when I say 'we' have had no time for this, I mean 'me'. The General has been preoccupied by, and I quote, "READING EPIC POETRY AND SHOOTING SHIT WITH ARROWS". Certainly, we could have slung you a note regarding our absence, but we're severely deficient in several key areas of human function, one being organisation, and my college has an internet useage policy that would make George Orwell clutch his notepad and weep bitter tears.
Anyway, this being my last charge, so to speak, I thought I'd parcel out all the sketches and animations I hadn't gotten round to uploading before the Great Absence - by way of an apology and to act as the flaming arrow that will light the Viking funeral barge that his this post. The internet being the sea upon which it floats, of course.
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