The Very Hungry Rust Monster is a mini-comic I made a few years back. I’ve seen it floating around Tumblr without attribution recently, so I’ve uploaded a higher-resolution version, properly credited.
Please allow me to walk you through my creative process:
Sometimes it starts off as a simple exercise: can I draw an expressive face?
“Nice!” I think to myself. “But…now I’m curious: what has her so terrified? What might possibly-”
“Okay, but this leads into another question: how did he get up there?”
“Of course. We have a reaction (surprise) to an effect (lizard) with a cause (man), but now I want a motive for this story to complete it. Why did he throw the lizard?“
If you ever question the depths of depravity available to you in Skyrim please refer to this story;
I am unable to finish the Thieves Guild quest because I accidentally killed an essential quest npc. Erikur in Solitude, you probably know him because his sister wont shut up about it. Erikur was the last quest giver I needed to become the master of the Thieves Guild. He is suppose to be essential, as in he cannot be killed ever because important npc is important.
‘So where is he?’ I hear you asking.
He is gone.
Gone into my characters tummy. You see, I was fooling around with the glorious weapon that is the Wabbajack and happened to turn Erikur into a sweetroll….and then I ate him. I ate Erikur. He’s gone forever. Into my tummy.
I glitched out a main questline because I turned a man into a sweetroll and then I c o n s u m e d h i m.
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