It may have been my outlandish hair, or perhaps my knack of taking things apart, but my parents were sure that I would end up as a mad scientist… which I nearly did.

Luckily, I was saved from creating terrible minature monsters in the lab by the video games industry, where I made terrible pixilated mosters on screen.

And now I’m drawing them on paper.

Something tells me that I was always meant to create these horrible things.

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