I drew this when the news first broke, NOW IT IS DATED!
I re-arranged the index page a little, the only problem now being that I have this massive space for a comment box that
I need to find a way to fill and I told Gibbon I would fill this space with the story of a banker by day, dragon slayer
by night. On that note, meet Frank:
Frank hated his job, everyday sitting behind that glass, looking out at the putrid excuses for humanity staring back at him. He slammed down his rubber stamp on the bank book and placed in the drawer in front of him. He held back the urge to crush the hand of the man before him while withdrawing the drawer. Frank mumbled a good bye to the jack ass, he doesn’t even know the guy, but he’s a jack ass, they all are. Dislodging himself from his chair Frank looks at the clock, 4pm, home time, finally.
He walks into the bathroom and catches himself in the mirror, Frank was by no means an impressive man, his grey suit hung off him like a wet noodle, his face long and pale like he’d spent the day with his head in the toilet. Frank adjusted his tie, and then lifted it, looking at the design. The tie had a dragon emblazoned on it. It had been a gift from his co-workers, no doubt as some sort of joke, it made Frank feel like a fraud every time he wore it, the fire breathing beast countering his serious nature. Frank looked back at the mirror, his eyes grew wide, the dragon was...moving? No that can’t be possible it’s.. SLAM! A cubicle door slams shut and Frank is snapped out his trance.
TO BE CONTINUED?
-Sock- I can't write worth shit!
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