This may sound insane to you but this is how I escaped death at the hands of Ptoh and good servants
I walk down the stairs, holding hands with my brain jacked troll. His eyes are vacant. Mine are full of stars.
At the bottom of the staircase there are three assassins from other dimensions here to murder me and suck out my ego to feed it to an extra dimensional psionic God. I take Jotunn, Who Parts Limbs in both hands. Then summon a space-time vortex that sucks is into the unknown. Anywhere but here
Frank Frazetta art. Two muscled men in thongs, cheeks on full display. Fighting.
And I want THAT. Whatever you want to define that as. That focus or skill or energy or relationship.
Frank Frazetta art. Two muscled men in thongs, cheeks on full display. Fighting.
Also trivia tells me, basically any time you see a lady in Frank's art? That's his wife, maybe with a wig on. Dude couldn't think of anyone sexier than his wife so he just painted her over and over and over.
Frank Frazetta art. Two muscled men in thongs, cheeks on full display. Fighting.
The balding ass wizard in the background even has some toned legs going on, and he's just gotta pose one naked ass leg out for the camera.
Frank Frazetta art. Two muscled men in thongs, cheeks on full display. Fighting.
Really. He loved asscheeks and HATED pants, and possibly scenes of inaction.
Hmm...could clean this up a bit though... yeah, remove the prompt... but the videogame prompt is a kind of special smugness on its own
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.